Intimate Awakenings

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This is the first erotic story I've ever written that wasn't exclusively for use by me and my wife. This story is entirely fictional. As usual, all characters are over the age of 18, and all sexual love is consensual. It's based loosely upon my own experiences with my spouse in real life, and the love we've shared together over a lifetime of monogamy and happiness.

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My main hope in publishing this story is that it touches the heart of the reader, helping to enflame passion within their own love life, and maybe will help some attain to better sex and communication within their loving relationships.

Thanks for Reading,

Romantic_Old_Guy

Prologue

This is the story of Sam and Jessica, two college students who became study partners and fell in love with each other. Both come from conservative upbringings, believing that sex is special and belongs only within the confines of marriage. This story is about their discovery of love and sex and the tension it brings to their core values. It is about how they overcome shame and embarrassment together, and how they learn to love and communicate.

The story starts off slowly but continually warms up into spicy flames of romance and love. There is a lot of explicit and highly detailed sex in it as well. Stick with it for a tear jerking and spicy good time.

Chapter 1 - The Lab Incident

Light jazz music was quietly playing from the cell phone that was situated in the corner of a backpack sitting on bench in a small chemistry lab at the college Sam had been attending. He thought he could get used to this type of music as he worked together with his lab partner Jessica, who was sitting on her stool peering over her notes. Sam looked at her and smiled, thinking that he's probably the luckiest guy on campus. He had secretly been harboring a crush on Jessica ever since she sat next to him in biology class last semester. "What's that weird saxophone song that's playing, Jessica?"

"It's called 'Giant Steps,' listen closely to it. It will stimulate your brain," Jessica replied.

Sam's lab partner, Jessica, was a short and cute brunette. Even her hair was short, which Sam found quite endearing. Her skin was pale, almost milky white, and her face was almost always smiling. She had a very bubbly personality and was always super friendly with Sam. Sam had found it easy to talk to her, and they had been talking a lot about their coursework. They were study and lab partners. And at the time, they were working on their first-year chemistry lab together. After finding out that they had most of the same classes together last semester when they were teamed up by the professor as lab partners in biology class, they started aligning their schedules so they could continue studying together. Sam was over the moon when Jessica suggested they partner up as they work through college together, seeing they shared the same major in biotech.

"Oh. I think we need to add a bit of HCL to this mixture. It's calling for a few millimeters to be added," she said to Sam as she peered into the chemistry book she had been reading.

"Coming right up. How much exactly?" Sam said as he smiled at her wrinkling nose and forehead.

"Ten millimeters," She said.

"Alright, I'll add it to the beaker here in a second," Sam said as he reached for the acidic solution to his right.

"After we add it, we need to heat the beaker until the solution starts to show just a slight bit of vapor rising up from it," she lightly said as she started to light the Bunsen burner situated between them.

Sam took the dropper in his hand which had perfectly measured the liquid and squirted the hydrochloric acid into the beaker. He swirled the beaker around with his hand, and as Jessica turned toward him to get the beaker from him, Sam couldn't help but notice her bra covered breasts under her white cotton t-shirt. She had been wearing a lab coat, and he hadn't been able to get a good look at her hidden treasures lately. He was staring down at her breasts and just couldn't take his eyes of them.

Jessica noticed his gaze and thought something is wrong with Sam. He looked distracted, but she couldn't quite figure it out. But as Sam started to hand the beaker to Jessica, his hand smacked one of the beaker holders (a long rod) on the table and the beaker slipped out of his hand, landing on the table and splashing onto her lab coat.

"Sam! Oh, my goodness! Quick, help me get this off my coat." Jessica shrieked as she tried to peel the coat off. She struggled out of the coat while Sam grabbed some paper towels trying to clean up the mess he just made.

"It's too late" she said with a dejected expression. Jessica had the coat on the table and before she could get some water on it to try and clean it, the spots on her coat started to change the white fabric to a yellowish green. A little bit of vapor started to rise from the spots on the fabric.

"I think it's ruined. Oh my gosh. Sam, you big klutz!" Jessica excitedly said to him.

"I'm sorry, my hand hit the rod and I didn't see it," he said.

"It's ok. But the school is probably going to charge me for it." she nervously said.

"I'll pay for it," Sam offered, "after all, it was my fault."

"No, that's ok," she said.

The two lab partners returned to their activity, working together, except Jessica didn't have her lab coat on. Without the coat, she stood in the lab with her white t-shirt that Sam could almost see through and see the white outlines of her bra straps and the cups of her bra pushing against the cotton. Sam enjoyed watching her work. He noticed the dark little hairs on her arm, layered on top of each other perfectly, he thought to himself. He noticed her little stud earrings in her ears and the little strands of hair that brushed up against her ear lobes. He loved looking at her light blue eyes, and her little nose, especially when she scrunched it up when studying her notes. He even loved her eyebrows. To Sam, she looked like an angel sent from above.

"OK, I think we're done," Jessica said to Sam as she looked him in the eye, "We violated class rules with me not wearing the coat, but I didn't want that solution burning through and getting on my clothes."

"I'm really sorry Jessica. Let me know what the professor says tomorrow, and if there is a charge, I'll pay for it," Sam replied.

"No, that's ok. I noticed even he has a few stains and holes on his coat. He'll probably just say that's normal wear and tear. I think we'll be ok," she said with a reassuring look.

Jessica packed her stuff up, grabbed her phone, and turned off the music that had been blaring from it. She looked at her notifications, grabbed her jacket, and picked up her backpack and then proceeded to hang it on her back and around her shoulder. "We better get going. See ya tomorrow in class," she said to Sam.

"See ya tomorrow," Sam replied grabbing his backpack.

Jessica walked out of the door of the chemistry lab with Sam following behind her. However, as Sam started to walk through the door, he tripped on the side of the door frame, and fell into the hallway, his backpack flying across the hall. His hands and face smacked the concrete floor with a loud thud.

"Sam! Are you ok," Jessica shrieked as she rushed to his aid. She kneeled next to him to get a better look. As she did, she placed her hands on his shoulder and gently brushed her hands on his arm.

"I think I'm fine. I think I bruised my face though. It kind of hurts..." Sam paused to look at her as he enjoyed her angelic hands on his shoulder.

Jessica said, "You big klutz! Do you think you need to go to the doctor?"

"No. I'm fine," Sam said as held his hand on his cheek, feeling his face to see if there was any gash or blood. His face reddened, embarrassed from the fall.

Sam then started to climb back on his feet, and as he did this, Jessica held his arms and helped pull him up. But as he did this, his arm briefly touched one of her breasts, nearly electrifying Sam with the surprising sensation. He then got on his feet and told Jessica he'd see her in class tomorrow. Jessica, however, clearly concerned for her lab partner replied, "If you get a headache, you should probably go to the campus health center and get checked out."

Sam smiled at Jessica, "I think it's ok. I'll let you know if it starts to feel bad."

Jessica turned and walked away from him. Sam stared at her petite body walking away, noticing the slight curves of her bottom swaying as she walked. Sam shook his head a little, turned, and walked in the opposite direction to his car. He drove home to his apartment that night thinking of Jessica. He thought about her inviting smile, the way she talked, and her alluring figure under that cotton t-shirt. His young sex charge mind tried to imagine what she might look like naked. He knew it was wrong to think such things, but his mind just kept wandering into that forbidden zone.

Sam thought he was in love with Jessica. But they were strictly friends and study partners. He didn't want to reveal his emotions or thoughts to her. He wanted to ask her out on a date, but didn't know how to even approach the subject. He was young and inexperienced in those things. He had never even been on a date before. He had no experience with girls, and he was ashamed about it.

But Jessica was stuck in his mind. He couldn't get her out of his head. And later that night as he laid in bed, he grabbed a spare pillow and held it close to his chest. He imagined Jessica laying there in his arms. He imagined her lying next to him as he kissed the back of her head. He imagined holding her breasts in his hand, imagining what they might feel like. He reached down to his bicep with his lips and started to kiss it, imagining he was kissing Jessica, on her lips. His lips started to suck on his bicep, pretending he was sucking her breasts. His cock sprung to life in his boxer shorts. He wanted to touch it, to feel good. He fantasized what it would be like to make love to Jessica while he rubbed his cock. He knew it was wrong, but the thoughts were irresistible.

Finally, his hand and cock, having a mind of their own touched each other. He grabbed some lotion by his nightstand, and he stroked himself. "Oh Jess. I love you. I love making love to you," he said out loud as his hand moved faster. He imagined her sitting on top of him, his cock buried in her pussy, her beautiful breasts dangling in front of his face. He imagined kissing her sweet lips, her tongue touching his as they kissed. He imagined holding her breasts in his hands, his fingers grazing over her nipples, his lips lapping at them.

Finally, with a loud and guttural moan, Sam released his seed over his tummy and chest. "Oh Jess! I love you," he cried as his climax came over him. His orgasm was strong and powerful. His entire body was aching for Jessica.

He laid there in bed with his semen pooling on his stomach, starting to drip and roll off him onto the bed sheets. He quickly grabbed a towel and cleaned it all up.

As he lied there in his bed drifting off to sleep, he knew he had to do something about his feelings for Jessica. He had to tell Jessica how he felt about her. He so desperately wanted to be closer to her, to be more than just friends. He wanted a girlfriend. He yearned to share his life with this beautiful girl. He was falling for Jessica. And she didn't even have a clue about how he felt about her.

Chapter 2 - Overcoming Fear

As Sam started to wake up the next morning, he heard a slight buzz on his phone. It was on his nightstand and as he looked over to it, he saw the screen was lit up. He reached out for his phone and saw the first notification at the top of his notifications list. His heart leapt when he saw her name.

Jessica: Good morning. Are you feeling ok today?

He unlocked the phone and started to text her back. He was glad to wake up, seeing her name.

Sam: Yeah, no pain at all. It was just a slight smack to the face.

Jessica: You know, you're a klutz! Can you even walk and chew gum at the same time? lol

Sam: Hahaha, yeah, I'm a klutz... BTW, sorry about your lab coat, I hope the professor isn't mad.

Jessica: I think it will be ok...

Sam stared at the phone, hoping she'd text again. He imagined her lying in bed texting back to him. He stared for about another minute, and just as he decided to put the phone down, it buzzed again with another message.

Jessica: Can you meet me at the coffee shop just outside campus before chemistry today? We need to study for the next test. I'm a little confused on some of these equations.

Sam: Sure. What time?

Jessica: 10:30.

Sam: Sounds like a plan. I'll see you there.

Sam jumped out of bed, grabbed a quick bite to eat, showered up, and got ready to drive to campus. He kept smiling while he thought of Jessica. He was grateful to be spending some more time with her.

As Sam walked into the coffee shop, he saw her sitting in the back at a table, her backpack sitting on a chair next to her. She was staring at her phone. And then she looked up and noticed Sam in the doorway. Jessica waved gingerly at Sam. Sam then slowly strolled to her table, pulled out the chair across from her, and sat down.

"Hey, how ya doing?" he asked.

"I'm doing great. I don't see any bruises on your face," she replied.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was no big deal," he said.

"Well I'm glad about that. I was worried you might have hurt yourself," Jessica responded looking him directly in the eye.

Jessica was wearing a soft pink cotton t-shirt with a picture of a cat playing the saxophone. Surrounding the cat were yellow and blue flowers. Sam thought she just exuded pure femininity. Sam particularly liked the look of her petite and bare arms, noticing the layers of arm hair adorning them like jewelry. Her features were slender and very alluring to him. Little golden stud earrings shaped like hearts adorned her ears. She was so cute! Sam particularly was mesmerized by the swell of her breasts pushed against the fabric of her shirt. He drank in the sight before him, like she was a cool glass of water. He could see the bumps of her bra straps on her shoulders underneath the pink cotton material. He marveled at the lipstick on her lips, the shades of her mascara, and a small hint of foundation on her face. She was so cute. She was beautiful. And he tried hard not to stare.

"Hey, are you ok?" Jessica's voice snapped him back to reality.

"Yeah, sorry was just thinking about school," Sam's excuse quickly blurted out.

Jessica replied, "I noticed the last couple of days, you seem to be off in 'la la' land. It's probably why you tripped. Maybe you need to get a break from schoolwork."

Sam replied, "Yeah, ummm, all I have to do is schoolwork."

"Don't you have any friends you hang out with?" she asked.

"No, I don't have any here on campus. They're all back at home," he replied. "You're about the only person I talk to."

"You probably need to get some social activity. Maybe then you won't be spilling things on lab coats and falling on your face! There are plenty of clubs here on campus. Maybe you could even find a girl to date," Jessica said, smiling at Sam.

"Nope. I'm not interested in dating," Sam quickly responded. He didn't want to seem interested in girls to Jessica, for fear that he might reveal his true feelings about her.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Uh, I've got my eyes on someone in one of my classes," he nervously offered as he came up with a quick excuse.

"Tell me, who is this lucky girl?" she asked.

Sam replied, "if it's ok with you I'd rather not talk about it," as he looked at her sheepishly.

"Sam, you can tell me, but if you don't want to, it's ok," she said trying to assure him she was safe to talk to. Jessica was now beginning to think Sam was talking about her, remembering the way Sam looked at her in the lab the day before. She kind of liked the idea, as she enjoyed Sam's company and thought he was kind of cute.

"No, it's no big deal. It's nothing. Anyway, what about you?" Sam was changing the subject. "I notice you don't really have many friends either," he volleyed back at her.

"Yeah, I just mainly hang out with my friend Karen in her dorm, listening to old vinyl jazz records together. We both got into the music together last year. And I'm not dating anyone, if that's what you're asking," she said, grinning slyly back at Sam.

"No, no, I was just curious. I have a question though, aren't you lonely here on campus?" he politely inquired.

She looked at him with a slight pain in her face, "Yeah, Sam, I guess I kinda do get lonely at times. But school keeps me pretty busy, so I don't have time to think about it much. I haven't even been on a date since prom," she added.

Sam saw his opportunity, "Well, I guess we're both kind of lonely then... I've got an idea though, if you'll humor me for a minute," he stated as the courage was beginning to well up from within. "Tell me what you think about it," he sort of stammered, "since we spend so much time together studying, maybe we could just sort of go out to dinner together and hang out some."

"Like a date?" she asked.

"Yeah, like a date, but just as friends... Ya know, like a pretend date," he nervously added.

"A pretend date? Hmmm... yeah, I guess I would be up for something like that. Tell me Sam, how does a pretend date work," she playfully asked.

This was going unexpectedly well for Sam! Sam quickly thought of something. "How about a dinner and a movie? They're playing a romantic comedy about a talking dog and cat down at the K-Plex. I heard it's kind of funny. Wanna try that?" Sam's confidence was increasing.

"That would be nice," Jessica said. "I've gotta few things though to do, so would eight p. m. work for you?"

"Yeah, eight works great. Hey that rhymes! Pick you up at your place?"

"Yup, that would be great. It's a date then! I mean, a pretend date," she giggled at him.

Sam was elated. He managed to ask his crush out on a date without exposing his true feelings for her. He found Jessica so easy to talk to, so friendly and pleasant. He couldn't believe his luck. For the first time in his life, he was going to be on a date with a girl! It was obvious to them both that this was a real date, not the pretend kind. But Jessica, sensing that Sam was a bit shy, played along with him. She was beginning to find his soft spoken and gentle mannerisms attractive.

After finishing their coffee, and going over their exam material, they decided to pack their things and make their way to their Chemistry class together. They walked from the coffee shop talking about things other than school and homework for a nice change.

As they entered the science building, Sam held the door for Jessica, and they worked their way into the classroom and settled down next to each other. They had a few more classes together later that day, and they chatted light heartedly about all sorts of various things like politics, old school buddies, and their favorite types of movies. Jessica shared with Sam her love of jazz music and cats. Sam listened intently, watching her intently as she spoke, captivated by her beauty and charm.

That night as they sat alone in their apartments, Sam kept thinking of the things he would talk to Jessica about on their upcoming date. And Jessica was beginning to think Sam was someone she would enjoy dating, especially since he proved to be a great listener earlier in the day. And they both drifted off to sleep with a confident anticipation of the things to come.

Chapter 3 - The Pretend Date

The next morning, the morning of their pretend date, Sam was getting ready for the day and decided to message Jessica. Jessica was browsing through social media when the message popped up on her laptop.

Sam: Hey.

Jessica: Hey there. What's up?

Sam: Oh, nothing much. Was just finishing up some homework for calc 2.

Jessica: Oh yeah, I haven't start on that yet. Was it hard?

Sam: Not too bad. It's funny, because all the answers are in the back of the book. I guess they just want us to do the work though.

Jessica: No reason not to get an A if they give you the answers.

Sam: Yeah, it shouldn't take you long once you start. If you have any questions, just let me know.

Jessica: Thanks!

Sam stared at his phone thinking of what to say next. He nervously typed into his phone.

Sam: I'm looking forward to our date tonight.

Jessica: You mean our 'pretend' date? ????

Sam: Yeah, I mean our pretend date, sorry.

Jessica: Yeah, I'm looking forward to it too. See ya tonight at 8. Don't be late now!

Sam put the phone down pleased with their discussion. He walked around his apartment, pacing, thinking about how he should act. He searched the web trying to learn how men should act on a first date. He read on one web page to make sure to listen closely, to look his date in the eye. He read and made a note in his memory to make sure he engaged in the conversation and not let her do all the talking. His parents had obviously taught him to open doors and hold her seat for her as she sat down. He also made sure he had enough cash on hand to pay for things like popcorn and soda.

Later that day, he ran to the gas station to make sure he had enough gas in the tank. He played a few video games on his phone to try and take his mind off the upcoming evening, but he couldn't even concentrate on the gameplay, so he switched to a less intense game where he just mindlessly rolled a ball around on the screen by tilting the phone in his hand. He hoped that maybe time would speed up and he could just skip ahead to the big event later that night.

As the time of their date approached, however, he made sure to shower, comb his hair neatly, and make sure he looked decent. He had to make sure he made a good impression. This date was too important, and he wasn't about to risk messing it up if he could help it.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived, and he hopped in his car and drove to her place. He walked up the stairs to her apartment and knocked on her door. He waited there, anxiously, for about twenty seconds. Finally, he heard the chained lock on the other side of the door slide and rattle, and then he heard the dead bolt unlock with a clunking sound. He watched as the doorknob twisted and the door opened.

He almost had to catch his breath. Before him stood the prettiest thing he had ever seen. Jessica was standing before him, wearing a low-cut blouse with spaghetti straps on her shoulders. She had a cute little skirt around her waist, causing her body to look even thinner. Her makeup was neat and proper, and she had even painted her fingernails a bright red. She was simply drop dead gorgeous.

"Wow... You look nice!" Sam exclaimed.

Jessica replied, "Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself. Let me grab my purse and we can go."

They drove to the restaurant and Sam did everything he was supposed to do. He held the car door for Jessica as she slid into the seat. He was careful to make sure his car was clean earlier that day. He held the door to the restaurant open for her as they made their way inside. And once the restaurant announcer called out over the speaker, "Sam, party of two," they followed the waiter to the table. He made sure to hold her chair for her as she daintily sat down.

They enjoyed the light conversation, talking about classes and chemistry labs together. Jessica mentioned to him that she received an e-mail earlier in the day from the professor letting her know that the lab coat incident was no big deal. Sam was relieved to hear that news.

After eating and enjoying their meal together, they walked to the movie theater, grabbed some popcorn and sodas, and made their way to their seats.

Once the movie started and the lights were turned down low, and all the talking was over, they both stared at the screen. Sam didn't care about what was on the screen though. He was just relishing the moment. Next to him was the girl of his dreams. And suddenly she was reaching over to the popcorn bowl on his lap. Her hand briefly brushed against his as he handed her the bowl.

For Sam, the feeling was electric. He noticed how soft her skin was on her hand. He could smell the fragrance from her shampoo and perfume.

He scooted in his seat a bit and their shoulders brushed up against each other. The movie was grabbing his attention and they both started to laugh at the jokes. And then a scene started playing where the man started to sweep the girl off his feet with the dog and the cat watching the onscreen actors. On the movie screen, the actors held each other in their arms. It was an emotional and romantic scene where there was some passionate kissing. Sam reached over for the popcorn, and he pretended to accidentally touch her hand again. But this time as he moved the bowl back to his lap, her fingers reached out to Sam's hand, and she intertwined her fingers with his. Jessica was wise to Sam's game of pretending to touch her and brushing his shoulder against hers. She knew what Sam was up to, and thought it was cute.

Sam, pleasantly surprised, held onto her hand for dear life. He didn't let go. He couldn't let go. He just kept holding it, hoping the movie would never end. She held on too, enjoying the closeness they shared. They were two friends just sitting there holding hands, surrounded by the loneliness of the world around them.

Sadly, the movie began to conclude, and the credits started to roll. Jessica pulled her hand from Sam, and they started to walk out of the theater together, neither one saying anything to each other. As they walked to Sam's car though, Sam bravely took hold of Jessica's hand again as they walked together.

As they stood outside the car together, Jessica said to Sam, "this is nice."

Sam replied, "yeah, I've had a good time."

Sam opened the door of the car as Jessica slid into the seat. Sam drove Jessica back to her apartment, where they talked about the film for the ten minutes of driving.

Once they arrived at the door of Jessica's apartment, Jessica started to speak. "Thanks for the pretend date tonight, Sam," Her voice was soft as she turned to face him. "It was nice and fun."

"Yeah, it was nice. I had a good time," Sam agreed with her. He wanted to say more though; to tell her how much it meant to him. But the words were just stuck there, stuck in his throat.

Jessica smiled, her eyes meeting his. "Don't you usually kiss the girl goodbye on a date, even if it's pretend?"

Sam's heart stopped. He stared at her; his mind was racing. This was it, he thought. This was the moment he had been hoping for, the moment he had dreaming about. Everything came down to this moment in his life. He took a step toward her, his hands trembled slightly. "I... I guess I do," he murmured softly.

Jessica's smile widened at his shy demeanor, and she tilted her head to the left slightly, her lips parting just enough to invite him in for a sweet kiss. Sam closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to hold her hands at her waist. He pressed his lips gently against hers, the kiss soft and tentative at first. Jessica responded well and put her hands on his waist, inviting him closer. Their kiss deepened and Sam held her gently in his arms as he melted into her.

Her lips were soft and pliable. Her taste was somewhat salty from the popcorn. Sam felt a surge of desire, his hands moving to her waist to pull her closer. He could feel the heat of her body against his, the softness of her breasts pushing into his chest. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, a whirlwind of emotions and sensations that left them both breathless.

When they finally parted, Jessica's eyes were sparkling up at him. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. "Wow," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her breathing.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, his voice somewhat awkward. "Wow is right."

They stood there for a moment just looking at each other, caught in the aftermath of their shared kiss, neither of them sure what to say or do next. Finally, Jessica stepped back a half step, a small smile still on her lips, "I should probably go inside. It's getting kind of late."

"Right," Sam said, his heart heavy laden with desire. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Jess."

She nodded, turning to walk into her apartment. Sam watched her close the door behind her, his mind reeling. As he got in the car to drive back to his apartment, he couldn't stop thinking about their kiss, about the way Jessica felt in his arms. He thought about her beautiful body pressed against his, the smell of her perfume, and her breasts lightly pressed into his chest. He knew things had changed for the better between them.

As he lay in bed that night, his thoughts were lingering on Jessica's smile, her touch, her taste, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of hope for his future. He was anxious to see and talk to her again the next day.

Jessica too, lied in bed awake, her mind racing with thoughts of Sam and their date earlier that night. The kiss they had shared had been much more than she had expected. She replayed the moment in her mind, the feel of his lips pressed against hers, the warmth of his strong hands on her body. She thought of his cute and shy personality, and the way he listened intently as she talked to him about her hobbies and interests. He had been surprisingly more than perfect, but still, it left her with wanting some more.

She rolled onto her side, hugging her pillow to her chest. She sighed, happy to have a friend in Sam. She felt a sense of hope and peace, all mixed together. She was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, that there was something more between them.

Chapter 4 - Pretend No More

The next morning, Sam had slept in because he had a hard time falling asleep the night before. It was nine a. m., and he opened his eyes. He got up to use the bathroom, grab a cup of coffee, and returned to grab his phone from his nightstand. To his pleasant surprise, he saw a text message waiting for him from Jessica.

Jessica: Thanks again for last night. It was a really nice pretend date. ????

Sam grinned as his fingers hovered over the digital keypad of his phone. He deftly typed a brief response, his thumbs dancing expertly along the glass.

Sam: Yeah, it was pretty nice. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

He hit send, but before he could place his phone back on the nightstand, another mother message appeared.

Jessica: The kiss was pretty nice too. I mean for a pretend kiss. I had a hard time sleeping.

Sam's heart raced. He hadn't expected her to bring up their kiss, let alone, admit to how it affected her. His mind was scrambled as he tried to think of a response, but all he could think of sharing with her was he felt the same way too. But he didn't want her to know how he felt about her. After a moment of hesitation, he typed back without thinking.

Sam: Yeah, it was nice pretend kiss.

"Stupid! Why didn't I tell her how I feel," Sam questioned his actions out loud to himself. He winced after he sent the text back to her, knowing it was colder than he intended. He worried he had ruined things completely!

But almost immediately, Jessica's reply came back to him, tinged with a bit of disappointment.

Jessica: It didn't feel pretend to me...

Jessica: It felt real.

Sam's chest tightened up. He didn't want to hurt Jessica. He was so afraid of overstepping, of ruining their friendship, and ruining his opportunity to move things further along. He didn't want to destroy what they had or what could become. He thought this was a dangerous game he was playing. So, he closed his eyes briefly to think of his response, and then he typed into his phone again.

Sam: I'm sorry. It felt real to me too. I just didn't want to make things weird...

The silence that followed his last text message felt endless to Sam. But then her response popped back on his screen, lighthearted and playful.

Jessica: It's ok. It was a nice moment. Would you want to come over to my place tonight? We need to study for the chemistry test next week. I can order pizza. ????

Sam felt a sense of relief wash over him.

Sam: Sure, that sounds good. See ya tonight. What time?

Jessica: Does 6 PM work?

Sam: Definitely. I'll see you at 6.

Later that evening, Sam arrived at Jessica's apartment. He knocked on the door, and Jessica answered with a bright smile on her pretty face.

"Hey, come on in!" she said, stepping aside to let him enter into her apartment. The apartment smelled like garlic and warm dough from the pizza. There was a pizza box on the coffee table. "I got pepperoni and mushroom. I hope that's okay."

"Works for me. Thank you," Sam said, as he set his backpack down on the floor. He looked around her apartment, taking in its cozy atmosphere, while soft jazz music played in the background. She had pictures of cats everywhere. There were pillows with decorations of flowers on them on the couch. There was a fake candle glowing on the shelf above her television. A black and white poster of some guy holding a sax to his mouth was hanging above her couch against the wall.

"Grab a slice," Jessica said, gesturing to the pizza in front of Sam. "Then we can get started on this chemistry hell."

They sat cross-legged on the floor, notebooks and textbooks spread out between them. The shared pizza was devoured quickly, and soon they were diving into their chemistry material together. Jessica's voice was serious and steady as she explained chemistry concepts to Sam. Her fingers traced diagrams in the air as she explained a chemical reaction. Sam listened intently to her, his mind absorbing the information. But he couldn't shake his acute awareness that he was in her presence. He loved the way her hair bounced above her shoulders, the way her lips moved as she spoke. He was distracted again.

After about an hour of intense study, Jessica paused for a moment. She rubbed her fingers into her temples saying, "Ugh. All this chemistry talk is making my crazy and tired. It's like we're stuck in a never-ending lab project together."

Sam laughed, closing his book, "Tell me about it. My brain feels like it's about to explode."

Jessica leaned back on the floor, resting her back against the couch behind her. "You know, we had some pretty nice chemistry last night. The pretend kind I mean."

Sam's heart raced to speak. He tried to say something smooth, but all he could get out was, "Yeah. It was... nice."

She smiled at Sam with a sly glint in her eye. "Wanna have another pretend date tonight? I've got a few movies to pick from that we could watch. We could sit on the couch here and watch them."

Sam replied after hesitating for a moment. "Sure," he said finally. "Sounds good to me."

They both stood up and settled onto the couch. Jessica grabbed a fuzzy pink blanket and draped it over both their laps and started the movie with her remote. Jessica then leaned against Sam's arm, her shoulder pressing against his. The movie was another romantic comedy about some couple working at an office, but neither of them were playing too much attention to the plot.

Sam sat there on the couch, treasuring the warmth of her body seeping into him. He felt her almost seeping into his very soul. Her scent, some flowery perfume, filled his senses.

As the credits rolled on the television, exhaustion had caught up with them both. Sam's eyes were heavy, and Jessica had already fallen asleep. Her head was resting on his chest with her breathing smooth and steady. Her stray hands of hair were tickling his nose giving him a chance to breathe deeply into his nostrils the smell of her shampoo again. Sam glanced down and relished her hand lying loosely on his thigh, with only a blanket and his clothing between his skin and her hand. He didn't dare move a muscle, afraid he might wake her and ruin this precious moment.

About an hour later, Sam jolted awake, his arm feeling numb after being pinned under Jessica's weight. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open and looking up at him. She stared into his face for a moment and then blinked.

"Hey," she softly spoke toward him, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Hey," Sam replied, his heart racing.

Jessica smiled at him, her arms stretching widely above her head. "This is a pretty nice pretend date."

Sam laughed softly, his gaze lingering on her face. "Yeah. It's pretty nice."

Sam thought to himself, "real smooth, you idiot!"

Jessica's smile then faded into something softer, more intimate. She had a look in her eyes as she looked up to him with as much feminine beauty as she could muster. "You know, you can pretend kiss me again if you want," she said with her voice just barely above a whisper.

Sam's heart beat faster. This was his chance to experience heaven again. He leaned down ever so slowly. His lips brushed against hers in a gentle tender kiss. It was a soft, romantic kiss. It was much different from the kiss the night before, which had much more passion. When they pulled apart, Jessica looked up at Sam, her eyes blinking and sparkling.

"Wow," she whispered. "You're a great kisser."

Sam felt his cheeks flush with pride just a little bit. His courage was mustering, "How about another?"

Jessica nodded, her lips curving upward into a smile. This time, the kiss deepened. Jessica's tongue briefly darted out and brushed against Sam's lower lip. Sam bravely responded, his tongue reaching out to meet hers. Their tongues were touching gently, exploring each other. They continued to explore each other's mouths, with a slow, deliberate and shared rhythm. It was electrifying for them both, but it was also a tender moment, filled with unspoken emotions between them.

When they finally pulled apart, Jessica's eyes were on Sam, heavy with longing. But she then glanced over to the clock on the wall, and said, "It's getting late." She softly added, "we should probably get to bed. Let's talk tomorrow."

Sam nodded, although every single part of him wanted to stay there and hold Jessica in his arms. He stood up, helping Jessica to her feet, and then walked to her apartment door in silence. Sam grabbed his backpack and schoolwork and stood in front of Jessica who had leaned against the frame of the door, her gaze locked onto his.

"Thanks for the pretend date," she said, her voice super soft. "I really had a great time with you tonight."

"Yeah," Sam said, his heart aching knowing that he had to return to his lonely apartment. "It was a great date. I mean, pretend date," keeping the shared joke between them going a little bit longer.

He stepped out of her apartment and was met with the cool of the night as he walked to his car. As he drove home, his mind kept replaying the evening. He thought of their kisses, her touches, the unspoken words between them. He wanted to tell Jessica how he felt about her. He had fallen head over heels in love with her. He was completely infatuated with her.

Jessica drifted off to sleep happy to have someone to talk to, happy have a young man in her life who seemed to care about her. She could tell Sam liked her a lot. She also was keenly aware that he was holding back. She appreciated his cautious approach with her and found it quite endearing.

Chapter 5 - A Real Date

Jessica: Sam, I had a great time on our second pretend date last night. ????????

Sam: Yeah, I did too.

Jessica: You're a great kisser, you know that?

Sam: I liked kissing you. You're a good kisser too.

Sam: Hey, would you like to meet for lunch at the coffee shop outside campus?

Jessica: Is this a pretend or a real date?

Sam: It's a real date this time. 11:30?

Jessica: Sounds great! See ya there.

After the brief text exchange, Sam managed to get ready and head out the door. As he approached the coffee shop, he felt a bit more relaxed. "This is headed somewhere nice," he thought to himself. He was thrilled that this wasn't just a hangout. This was a date. It was a real one. It was a real date with a real girl, a girl that had captured nearly his every waking thought.

Inside, Jess was seated at a small table in the corner. Her short brunette hair was just catching the light as she looked up from her phone. She was wearing a hot pink tank top that hugged her petite frame, the fabric which hugged over her ample breasts. The lace of her bra peeked through the thin cotton material. Her bra straps could be seen on her shoulders, a subtle hint of her endless femininity. Sam drank in the sight of her with great pleasure. Jessica was also wearing jean shorts, giving Sam a good look at her slender and smoothly shaved milky white skinned legs.

When Jessica saw Sam, her face lit up. She jumped up from her seat, her movements full of bubbly energy and enthusiasm. Sam had always found her bubbly attitude so endearing. Before he could even say hello though, she was in his arms, "hi Sam," hugging him tightly, pulling her close into her chest. Her breasts pressed against his chest, warm, fluffy, and soft, and he felt a jolt of sexual desire that he struggled to conceal. She pulled back just enough to give him a quick kiss on his lips. Sam looked into her eyes as they pulled apart.

"Hey," he said. "Thanks for meeting me here."

"Of course," she replied. She gestured to the table. "Ready to order?"

They both sat down, with the air between them charged with some new energy. Jessica's presence was intoxicating, her infectious laughter resonated as they reminisced together about the night before. The pretend date had felt so real, and now, sitting across from her, Sam was beginning to feel that this was the start of something much greater.

"I've been thinking about last night a lot," Jessica admitted, her eyes meeting Sam's. "It felt... so real. It was comforting to me, ya know?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, me too. It felt just right. I've always thought of you as a friend, but last night it felt like something more, something different."

Jessica smiled, her cheeks slightly flushing. "I feel the same way... I've always enjoyed studying with you, as a friend. But last night... it felt just right, like something clicked between us."

The conversation between Sam and Jessica flowed easily as they ordered their lunches. Their legs and feet would occasionally brush each other under the table. And when their food arrived, they ate slowly, savoring their meal and the shared moment. Sam couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy.

"Jess, I think of you as my girlfriend," Sam blurted out suddenly, his voice steady despite the butterflies he was dealing with in his stomach. He held her gaze, waiting for a response.

Jessica's eyes widened, and a smile spread across her lips. "I feel the same way about you too Sam. Hmmm. Boyfriend and girlfriend. It has a nice ring to it!"

Sam reached out across the table and held her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined with each other, as if they were seals on an unspoken agreement between them. The noise of clinking coffee cups and customers in the background buzzed all around them. But in that moment, it was just the two of them, lost together in their own little world, happy in each other's presence.

After finishing their lunch, they decided to take a walk in the nearby park. They sat on a park bench an hour so, just simply enjoying each other's company. Sam listened intently to Jessica as she shared her dreams and her feelings with him. They walked hand in hand around the pond with a fountain and a small flock of ducks. They enjoyed each other's company as they took in the sights and sounds of nature together.

Sam and Jessica stood under an old oak tree. Sam brought her close to him and kissed her gently. Jessica grabbed his hand again and continued to walk with him hand in hand.

Finally, after a lazy afternoon in the park together, they decided to head back to her apartment. Their time walking and driving was continually filled with easy conversation. As they walked from the car to her apartment door, their steps were almost synchronized, as if they had been walking together as close companions for many years. And when they arrived at her apartment, Jessica closed the door behind them, the dull sound echoing softly in the quiet room.

"I'm so glad we're boyfriend and girlfriend now," she said. Her voice was soft and tender. Her face was full of emotion.

Sam pulled her into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around her small, petite frame. He kissed her tenderly, their lips meeting in a slow, lingering kiss. Her lips, soft and warm, melted into his. Her tongue peeked out from between her wet lips out to meet his. Their breath mingled with each other. It was a kiss filled with tenderness and unspoken words and emotion.

When they pulled apart, Jessica rested her head on Sam's chest. Her heartbeat seemingly beating with his. "I need to freshen up a bit," she said after a brief moment. "Be right back."

Jessica disappeared into her bathroom, leaving Sam alone to sit on the couch with his thoughts. He just couldn't believe how quickly things had changed, how effortlessly they had slipped together into this new and exciting dynamic. It felt so good, so right, like this was how it was supposed to be. He heard the sink running in the bathroom along with the sound of Jessica brushing her teeth. His mind started to go places imagining what she was up to.

When Jessica returned, she sat down next to Sam on the couch. She held out her hand with a couple mints in it. She then held out her hand to Sam's dropping a mint in his hand with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Sam took the mint in his hands, put it to his lips, and said, "Thank you. Hmmm... Spearmint."

Jessica looked quite mischievous, having a sneaky glint in her eye, "Don't boyfriends and girlfriends make out?" she teased.

Sam's eyes widened at the suggestion; a flush creeped up his neck. "Yeah, I guess they do."

Jessica looked at him, and with a laugh, she curled her finger at him, inviting him to get closer to her on the couch. They sat close to each other, the mint still tingling cool on their tongues. Sam leaned into Jessica for their next embrace. He kissed her on the lips, and as their tongues intertwined, Sam felt a rush of desire. She chuckled when Sam's mint, on the tip of his tongue, was caught between his tongue and her lips. She caught his mint with her tongue and closed her moist lips around it. They both laughed but quickly returned to the seriousness of their kissing.

"Here," Jessica said, slickly moving both mints from her mouth to his as they kissed again. Their lips moved in sync with each other. The mints quickly dissolved as they kissed each other deeper, their bodies pressing closer together.

Jessica's breasts pressed against Sam's chest. Her nipples were slightly hardening through the fabric of her lacy bra and bright pink tank top. Sam's hands moved to her waist, slowly wandering up her back. He felt the main strap of her bra and the metal buckle underneath his touch. He could feel the softness of her skin beneath the thin cotton fabric, which caused his heart to race with nervous anticipation. He moved his hands to her bare shoulders. Her skin was so soft, he thought, in contrast with his much tougher skin.

Soon, their kissing escalated, and Sam started to kiss her on her cheeks. He pecked his lips on her nose, looking her in the eye. He moved to her lips again, swirling his tongue with hers. Her fingers started to clench around his back, digging past the material of his shirt, her fingernails pressing into his skin through his shirt, and pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

Sam, emboldened, bravely kissed Jessica on her chin with his lips. He made quick pecks up to each of her cheeks, back to her chin, and left a trail of wet kisses down underneath her chin toward her neck. Her scent was intoxicating, and she tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck to him. She pulled him closer as his kissing grew more intense. Soon, Sam was kissing the top of her chest, just above her cleavage. His eyes were fixed on the swell of her breasts, imagining what treasures lie beneath the thin clothing that hid their mystery.

The situation intensified to a blistering heat between them. But as things were about to come to a boil, Jessica pulled back slightly. She was slightly gasping, almost as if she were trying to catch her breath. "We should probably stop... I need to get to bed early... I have... I have church in the morning with my parents who are going to be in town visiting," she reluctantly whispered in Sam's ear.

Sam was reluctant to stop, but he looked at her in the eye and nodded. He kissed her one more time on her lips, a soft, tender kiss that did little to hide his feelings for Jessica. "Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

Jessica beamed at Sam, "Definitely! I can meet you after my parents leave town."

Jessica walked Sam to the door. "Good night, Sam."

"Goodnight Jessica," Sam said backing away from her apartment door. The door closed and he left her apartment with a heart filled with dreams and excitement with their new relationship. Jessica's kisses were like a drug, and he couldn't stop thinking of her and when the next hit of this powerful new addictive drug would come.

That night, as he lay in bed, he fell asleep thinking of her laughter, their kisses, her tender touching, the taste and smell of her skin, and the feeling of her breasts pressed against his chest. His hands made small fondling movements, pretending he was holding her breasts in his hands. He had never held such a treasure and wanted to experience it so badly. He wondered what she thought of such intimate actions. He wondered if she thought about him feeling her in such a private and precious area of her body. He knew one thing though; he wasn't going to try anything and mess up what he had with Jessica. He would take things slowly and let her take the lead.

Chapter 6 - Intimate Moments

The screen lit up Sam's phone the following afternoon.

Jessica: Hey boyfriend. XXOO

Sam's heart leapt for joy, his smile lighting up his face.

Sam: Hey girlfriend. ❤️????

Jessica: My parents left for home after church service and lunch today. I've been thinking about you.

Sam: Wanna come over to my place tonight, girlfriend?

Jessica: Yeah.

Sam: 4 PM?

Jessica: Works for me. See ya then.

By the time it was time to drive to Sam's, Jessica was buzzing with anticipation. She slipped into her most revealing low-cut tank top. She grabbed a quick glance of herself in her bathroom mirror, and she held her breasts out in pride. She paired her tank top with a casual pair of jeans. She looked casual but alluring, just the way she wanted to look for her new boyfriend.

Grabbing her purse, she headed out, feeling the cool evening air on her exposed arms as she made her way to Sam's apartment.

Sam opened the door with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up as he took in the sight of his new girlfriend. "Hey girlfriend," he greeted, his was voice soft and laced with an endearing affection.

Jessica stepped into his apartment, catching a whiff of the cologne he was wearing. It smelled manly and comforting.

"I was thinking we could watch the latest space battle movie, if that's ok with you," Sam said leading her to the couch.

Jessica nodded in approval, her heart pumping as she sat down next to him on the couch. The movie began, but neither of them paid any attention to the screen. They quickly turned their focus to each other, solely devoted to one another.

Before the opening theme song even finished, Jessica leaned in closely to Sam, her lips brushing against his. "I love this," she breathed into his mouth. She opened her lips inviting him into her mouth. "I love kissing my boyfriend."

Sam's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him. "I love kissing my girlfriend," he replied. His voice was thick with desire, "please don't ever stop kissing me."

Jessica responded, "I don't ever wanna stop kissing you." Jessica's hands were tangled in his hair. "I could kiss you forever."

Sam deepened their kiss, his tongue tracing against hers and they slowly laid down together on the couch, lost in each other's embrace. She was supported by the back of the large couch, and Sam laid by her side facing her. Jessica's tank top had ridden up slightly, revealing a small sliver of skin and a cute little belly button to Sam's eyes. Sam's gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts through her bra and tank top. He eyed the soft pale skin of her belly. His eyes lingered on it; his desire clearly plain to her.

Jessica observed him looking at her, and her eyes darkened with need. Sam leaned in closer, and his lips brushed the underside of her chin, leaving a trail of wet kisses on the sensitive skin from her chin down her neck. His hand rested on her waist, his touch electrifying Jessica. As they continued to kiss, Jessica's hips began to ever so slightly move in a constant rhythm. She began to ever so softly press her pelvis against his, her movement unconsciously deliberate, but very subtle.

Sam's hand slid up the side of her body on top of her shirt. His fingers played slowly moving along her side. Her breasts were just in reach of his hand, but he was hesitant to make a move. He was so afraid of taking this too far. But the draw of his primal sexuality pulled his hand further up her side, hoping to maybe graze his fingers on the forbidden fruit that his eyes were fixed upon.

His hands touched the side of her breast, his fingers moving ever so slowly, ever so cautiously. His moves were slow and extremely careful. As their tongues continued to dance and play with one another, his hand and fingers continued to move further down the side of her breast to the front of her shirt. Jessica's breath hitched; her body tensed up and moved her arm up to capture his hand.

Jessica placed her hand on top of his as it rested slightly on her breast. She was silently inviting him to keep his hand there. Slowly, Sam moved his hand to the front of her shirt, holding a woman's precious breast in his hand for the first time in his life. They kissed with an intense passion. Jessica's hips began to move more forcefully.

Sam began to softly massage her breast in his hand, cradling it gently through her tank top and bra. Jessica's hand continued to rest upon his, inviting his hand to rest there and stay.

"Yes," she gasped into his mouth. Her voice was soft, but urgent. "That feels so nice. So good."

Sam continued to place some more pressure on her breast, and he began to massage it in earnest, enjoying every single moment. He felt her nipple harden through her bra and shirt. He grazed his fingers over it. Soon his thumb moved deliberately back and forth over her nipple, pressing into it with his thumb. His fascination with the treasures that lied beneath her clothing captivated his imagination.

"Don't stop kissing me," she breathed as his hands cupped her breast. "Don't stop touching me."

Sam groaned into her mouth; his kissing was intensifying. Jessica's body began to tense, and a silent orgasm washed over her. Her muscles were clenching as pleasure ripped through her body. But Sam was unaware of what has happening as he held his girlfriend's breast in his hand. He was lost in the moment, focused entirely on her.

Suddenly, Jessica pulled back. Her breath was heavy and ragged. "We need to stop," she said, with a trembling voice. She was basking in the aftermath of her orgasm, the warmth emanating from her groin. Her secret remained unspoken. But she was ashamed, and admitted to Sam, "I think we went a bit too far. I should probably go."

Sam's eyes widened, confused, and longing warring deep within him. He opened his mouth to gently protest, but Jessica began to withdraw and stand up. Her movements were hurried, a stark contrast from the earlier moments of the evening. She noticed the bulge in Sam's pants, but said nothing about it, and began heading for the door.

"Jess, wait," Sam called out. But she had already slipped out the door. She was gone, with the door clicking shut behind her.

That night, Sam lay in his bed, scared to death he had ruined things with his girlfriend. He was afraid he pushed her away and had ruined their relationship. He was torn between frustration and a longing for Jessica. His body was aching with an unfulfilled desire, his fingers brushing up against the bulge in his jeans. He closed his eyes, imagining Jessica's lips pressed against his, her tongue in his mouth, her body pressed against his, his hands massaging her breasts, her soft moans breathed into his mouth.

He began to rub his pants more hurriedly, his thoughts entirely consumed by Jessica. He closed his eyes, pulled his cock out, and imagined Jessica's breasts in his mouth, feasting on her warm and soft flesh.

He stroked himself slowly. He pictured her tank tup riding up, her bra exposed, her nipples hard and begging for the touch of his gentle, yet firm hands. He imagined kissing her neck, his hands roaming over her entire body, her skin soft and warm, trembling beneath his fingertips.

"Jess... Oh Jess," he whispered, his voice hoping to be heard. But she was not there. He imagined her grinding her pelvis against his him, her body moving in rhythm to his thrusts. He groaned out loud, his release building pressure, his mind flooded with pictures of Jessica.

"Oh Jessica," he moaned, his body tensing as he came hard and strong, his hand moving in time with the fantasies playing out in his brain. He collapsed back onto the couch, his breath heavy with desire, his heart still racing quickly. The scent and taste of her sweet skin lingered strong in his mind, a ghost of her presence haunted him as he drifted off into a restless sleep.

The next morning Jessica woke to the sound of her phone buzzing. It was a sweet text from her new boyfriend, Sam.

Sam: Hey, are you ok? I'm sorry if I pushed it too far last night.

She felt guilty for the way she quickly departed him. But the intensity of her orgasm had simply overwhelmed her, and her shame had taken over. She typed out a response to Sam quickly.

Jessica: It's ok Sam. I understand. I just want to take things slow, and I got a little scared. I'm sorry I left like that.

Sam: It's ok. I understand. I can take things at your pace. I just want you to be comfortable.

Jessica beamed at his text, a warmth spreading over her body.

Jessica: Thx. I'll see you later today, boyfriend. ❤️

Sam: Can't wait to see you, girlfriend. ❤️❤️

Jessica set her phone down, feeling relieved that she hadn't blown things with Sam. She felt like she had crossed a line that she hadn't intended on crossing. But she hoped they could navigate that line together. The thought of seeing her boyfriend again and possibly exploring their desires at a pace they were both comfortable with eased her tension.

As she got ready for her day, her mind wandered back to the night before. She replayed the kisses they shared, his soft touches, and the way his hand felt on her breast, slowly moving against her nipple. She felt a tingle between her legs, her body responding to the intimate memories. She then closed her eyes, letting herself relive the moment. Her fingers brushed against her neck, imagining where Sam's lips had lavished light kisses on her.

She imagined him there with her, his hands roving all over her body, his mouth on hers. She imagined his tongue probing in her mouth, licking at her lips. She imagined him holding her breasts, his head moving further south to take one of her breasts into her mouth, his tongue swirling around her hard nipples. Her fingers touched her wet pussy through her jeans. She imagined his touch on her intimate private area, massaging her very core, his manly fingers rubbing against her clit as she cried out his name with passion.

Her breath began to quicken, her body arching as she imagined his cock filling her, his thrusting deep and relentless. She imagined him whispering her name in her ear dripping with intense desire. "Oh Jessica. I love you."

This triggered another deep and strong orgasm within her. Her cheeks flushed; her chest reddened. "Oh Sam," she whispered, her body trembling uncontrollably as she came. She collapsed onto her bed, her heart beating fast, her body was still buzzing with pure pleasure.

As she laid there basking in the aftermath of another orgasm induced by Sam, she just smiled. She hoped that whatever happened between them, they would face it together at a pace they could both endure. She hoped she could move past the shame she had previously felt with Sam, but she wasn't sure that she could.

Chapter 7 - Intimate Confessions

The week leading up to Valentine's Day was a blur of unspoken tension between Sam and Jessica. Between their study sessions together, they had fallen into a pattern that titillated but also frustrated them both. Nearly every evening, they were both drawn to either his or her couch, almost drawn by an invisible force, pulling them into a loving embrace. Their times together on the couches were intense and electrifying, yet oddly and frustratingly restrained. Sam would trace his fingers over Jessica's breast, fondling it with a reverent touch. And she would eventually dissolve into a silent and secret orgasm, her body trembling hopelessly against his. Then just as quickly as she silently climaxed in his loving embrace, she would pull away with flushed cheeks and a ragged breathing pattern. Suffering from shame, she would end their intimate moments without explanation. Sam was frustrated and left bewildered; his desires unfulfilled left his mind racing with questions he dared not bring up with her.

Jessica, meanwhile, was waging a war deep within herself. She adored Sam. She adored his kindness, his shy and awkward smiles toward her, the way his eyes would light up as they kissed. She loved the way he would focus on her as she talked to him about everything, including their mutual bio-engineering interests.

But their physical intimacies she shared with Sam was pushing against her own boundaries she wasn't sure she was ready to cross. Each silent orgasm she experienced under his touch and loving embrace felt like a deep betrayal of her own rules. It was a surrender to desires that she tried hard to suppress. Yet her body craved his hands on her, his lips and tongue against her, his mouth breathing hot air on her skin. She couldn't deny it, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it.

Valentine's Day finally arrived. It was a crisp winter evening. Sam had insisted on taking Jessica out to a very fine restaurant. She agreed, but her heart was fluttering both with anticipation and some dread, afraid of pushing against the boundaries she had placed upon herself.

Sam picked her up and drove her to a fancy and cozy Italian restaurant. They were seated at a nice table with a single candle flame burning between them. Sam's light brown hair was neatly styled, his button up shirt neatly pressed. Jessica wore one of her favorite button-up blouses, her short hair softly flowing down around her head.

Over the plates of pasta and a glass of wine for each of them, they talked about everything, and about nothing. They talked about their classes, their hopes for the future, the latest Miles Davis album she recently purchased. But beneath their shared casual conversation, she knew that the tension was simmering. There was a current of desire that she could not ignore. When the check came, Sam reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, heart-shaped card. He slid it across the table, and said to her, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Jessica's heart raced as she opened the card and began to read. Inside, with Sam's neatest handwriting, were the words: "Dear Jessica, I just want you to know that I love you. You are and will always be my valentine. I'm so glad you're my girlfriend." Tears began to well up in her eyes as she looked back at Sam, who was smiling at her.

"I love you too," she whispered for the first time to him. She reached across the table to grasp his hand and noticed the tears beginning to form in his eyes.

The walk back from the car to Sam's apartment was oddly quiet. Their fingers were intertwined with each other, their hearts both beating with anticipation. As they stepped inside his abode and closed the door behind them, Jessica turned to face Sam, her eyes searching his, searching for his intent.

"You really do love me, don't you?" she asked, her voice somewhat trembling.

Sam looked at her and lovingly spoke the words, "Yes, Jessica. I've fallen in love with you. I think I've been in love with you since our professor paired us up as lab partners in biology... But since we've been dating, I think I've grown to love you even more... I've loved you so much more since then."

Jessica's lips then curled into a soft smile, her tears flowing from her eyes. "I love you too. You're my valentine lover also, Sam," she whispered, reaching up to kiss him gently on his lips. His lips were soft and tender. Her lips were warmly pressed against his. And Sam felt his heart melting with a mixture, both of joy and intense longing. He too had tears forming in his eyes, enjoying the closeness that he shared with his girlfriend.

She motioned once again to the couch with her eyes, a familiar routine throughout the past months that Sam understood quite well. Their breaths mingled with each other. "Kiss me lover," Jessica purred into his ear. Her voice was low and invited him to make the next move.

Sam leaned in with his lips touching hers. His hands were resting on his thighs. But Jessica, who normally waited for Sam to make the next move immediately took his hand and guided it to her breast. She knew that she loved him and that he loved her. And this gave her the confidence to try and move forward with their physical intimacy. Her touches were now very deliberate, her gaze locked into his soul through the portal of his eyes. "You like touching me here like this, don't you Sam?" she teased, her voice was laced with sexual desire.

Sam's cheeks flushed, but he nodded in agreement. "Yes, Jessica... I do love it. You feel so good in my hands."

Jessica's eyes, damp with the tears of her happiness stared even more intently into Sam, his hand still on her breast, her hand still holding his hand against her. She leaned closer to Sam holding his hand in place. She quietly said, "You know Sam, since we're lovers now, I want you to know this belongs to you. My heart belongs to you. My breasts belong to you. Can you feel my heart beating for you?" Her words were like a promise, almost as if they were a hint to Sam that he could maybe go further tonight if he dared to make a move.

Sam's heart leapt with joy as he took the cue, his lips beginning to trail down her neck. His hands were trembling as he cupped her breast through her shirt and bra. He massaged it gently in his fingers. Jessica sighed, her head falling back, her body was aching for his soft touch. Sam's tongue flicked out and he left a trail of moistness down her chin, her neck, and onto her blouse. His other hand reached up and began to massage her other breast. For the first time, he held both of her precious breasts in both of his hands. His fingers were massaging both softly and tenderly. His tongue moving further south to swell of her bosom. Finally, Sam's tongue found its way to her right breast in his hand, and he began to place light kisses on it. His tongue darted out and he started to move it along her breast, making slow circles, imagining her hard nipple was in his mouth.

Eventually, his tongue started to move slowly around the hardened bump in her shirt. His tongue was swirling around her nipple that was slightly poking through while his thumb began to stroke her other nipple through her blouse and bra.

"Would you mind if I made things a little easier for you lover?" Jessica whispered in his ear. Her voice was dripping with arousal.

Sam looked at her, his eyes widened with a fervent anticipation. "What do you mean, Jess?"

Jessica stared into his eyes and her hand moved to the bottom of her blouse which was tucked neatly into her skirt. She tugged at it and casually pulled it from all around her skirt. She started to unbutton the bottom buttons of her blouse, just enough to reveal the skin of her bare midriff to him. She then took his trembling hand and placed it on her warm skin. She breathed in his ear, "I know what you want to do."

Sam's cock pressed against his jeans; his erection unable to control. Jessica looked at him and spoke, "try something and see what happens."

Sam's hands trembled against her skin as he followed her loving lead. His fingers began to slide slowly up her shirt. His touch was hesitant, but it was also hungry. His hands made it up to the cups of her bra, where he could imagine the softness of her breast under his hand. The slick fabric of her bra, her flesh barely contained beneath it excited him beyond measure. He felt her breast through her bra, and it sent shivers down both their spines. Jessica moaned softly, and her lips parted as he kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers. His hand was cupping her breast underneath her shirt, his confidence growing moment by moment.

Boldly, Sam's fingers moved their way to the top of her breast. He could feel her bare breast for the first time at the top of the cup holding it in place. His finger moved along the seam between her warm flesh and the smooth silky fabric. Slowly he moved his finger back and forth along the seam and soon started to dip his finger between her bra and pillowy breast. As his fingers probed her flesh, his hands dipped below just enough to feel her bare nipple for the first time. His finger rolled back and forth over her precious nipple between her breast and her bra as he kissed her deeply.

But just as quickly as his explorations seemed to begin, the party was over. Jessica pulled away, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with a mixture of pure pleasure and measured panic. She quickly adjusted her blouse and buttoned up, her hands shaking, and her breath was quite ragged. Sam was once again left with confusion and a deep frustration. HIs desire left unfulfilled, his mind racing with familiar questions.

"What happened Jess?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration. "Why do you stop so suddenly?"

Jessica looked at him, her eyes filling with tears. Her voice was barely rising above a whisper. "Sam. Oh Sam, it's not you my love. It's not you..." She paused for a moment. "It's me," she confessed. Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment and shame.

"What is it," Sam inquired gently.

"Honestly? Honestly, Sam, oh this so embarrassing," she began to admit the truth.

Finally, she blurted out her full confession. "Sam, when you touch me like that, and when we are kissing, I climax. I'm having orgasms..." She paused to study his face, afraid of what he might think of her. He listened intently, surprised at the seriousness of her confession. "Then I need to catch my breath, and start to feel really guilty."

Sam's eyes widened in complete shock and surprise. He looked at Jessica and felt bad for her, about what shame he had caused for her. He never intended to hurt her like this. "Jessica... You... you have orgasms when we make out?"

Jessica looked at him, her tears were now flowing over, "I do. And they are amazing. You make me feel so good. But... I feel so bad about them. I also know I'm receiving so much pleasure, but that you aren't. And that makes me feel terrible."

Sam's heart simply ached, hearing the pain in her voice and seeing the tears in her eyes. His tears started to flow as well. He reached out and kissed her on the cheek, and on her forehead. "Oh Jess, that's ok, sweetheart. I don't mind. And I'm sorry if I've led you to feel shameful in any way. I love that I can make you feel good in that way, but I don't want to push further if it causes you such embarrassment and shame."

Jessica looked at him, her face flush with tears streaming down her face. "But I want those feelings I have to be mutual. I love the way you make me feel, but something just comes over me during those moments. I want us to experience that intimacy together, but I'm not sure how to even do that without crossing these boundaries that I have. I want you to experience it with me, but I can't."

Sam smiled at her slightly, his thumb reaching up to her face wiping away her tears. "It's ok Jessica. I am enjoying what we have together. But I don't want you to feel any pressure."

Jessica began to sob into his shoulder. Sam just held her in his arms, stroking her back and arms, comforting her as the tears continued to flow. "Hold me," she gingerly requested.

Sam held her close to him, tears flowing from his eyes as well. They stood there together just holding one another, confessing their love to each other, and sobbing into each other's shoulders. "I love you so much Jessica. You're everything to me."

"I love you too, Sam. I love you too. I am so glad to have you. Thank you for listening to me and being so sweet and kind. Hold me forever, and don't ever let go," she pleaded.

"I won't my love. I won't ever stop holding you. I won't ever stop loving you. My heart belongs to you my beautiful valentine," the words flowing easily from his heart.

They sat down again on the couch together, holding each other as their tears subsided. Sam kept brushing away her tears with a delicate touch and graze of his thumbs. Finally, he broke the silence, "Will you spend the night with me? Not for that stuff that we just talked about. I just want to hold you tonight as we fall to sleep together."

Jessica's eyes lit up when she heard his request. She just wanted to melt into his arms and be comforted by his touch. "Really, you don't mind?"

Sam replied, "Yes, I'm sure about this."

"Yes, Sam. I want to fall asleep in your arms. Hold me in your arms all night long. I want to wake up tomorrow in my lover's arms," Jessica added with a smile. She looked forward to a night of snuggling, enjoying the warmth of his hugs and him holding her close to his strong and comforting body.

Later, Sam came out his room dressed in plaid fleece pajamas. He held another pair in his hand and gave them to Jessica who disappeared behind the closed door of his bedroom to change. She opened the door of his bedroom, with his spare pajamas draped loosely all around her. They giggled together at how ridiculous she looked in much larger clothes. They were clearly oversized, but she felt good in the soft flannel fleece. She rolled his sleeves and pant legs up and tightened the string in his pants around her waist tightly to make sure they wouldn't fall off her as she walked. She reached out to Sam and motioned for them to go to bed together.

Later, under the sheets his warm bed, Sam held Jessica close to him, his arm wrapped around her waist. They spoke softly and gently to each other, confessing their love for each other. Sam kissed the back of her neck, and she quickly fell asleep in the comfort of his arms, feeling warm and close to her new lover. Sam, content and happy to hold Jessica, fell asleep with the scent of her hair in his nostrils.

They both drifted off to a deep sleep, forgetting the earlier drama, and Jessica's heartfelt confession. They were in love. It was a love that could not be broken easily, the bonds of their affection growing stronger by the hour.

The next morning both Sam and Jessica had stirred awake. The warmth of the sun started to stream through the curtains and the dust started to become visible and sparkle in the warm air. Sam still had his arms around Jessica, her bottom pressed together against his groin in a spooning position. She could feel his hard cock pressed up against her thigh. Sam could feel the bottom of Jessica's breast pressing against his arm. Slowly, he began to move his hand and just lovingly cup her breast, not in a sexual way, but in a comforting and loving way. HIs hand was between her breast and the mattress, his arm pressing against her other breast.

"Good morning lover," she said to him softly.

"Hey you," he replied.

"This feels nice," she said back to him, "sleep well?"

"Yeah, like a baby, how 'bout you?"

"Never better," she answered back.

Sam began to kiss the back of her neck again, breathing in the scent of her soft skin and hair.

He lifted above her to admire her beauty. She looked back up to him, her eyes then turning to him as she watched him descend for a kiss on her lips.

"Morning breath," she warned, her cheeks beginning to flush.

Sam laughed, his eyes sparkling at her with a playful affection. He moved his hand from her body as he sat up and started to rub his eyes. The comforter of the bed that had covered them both was now wrapped only around Jessica, and Sam's whole body was visible to her. He was still in his pajamas, but a large tent in his pants was visible to her. "Look at that!" she exclaimed, pointing at his erection.

Sam's face immediately started to flush crimson red as he glanced down at the tent in his pajama pants. He tried to adjust himself discreetly, but it only made the situation more obvious to them both.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," Jessica added. However, as she said this, her face was smirking. "Is it always like that in the morning?"

Sam nodded at her, "Yeah, it's usually like that in the mornings. But lately, it's been extra hard all the time," he admitted out loud.

Jessica's cheeks began to tinge pink, "Oh," she replied with a soft tone, realizing he was talking about the effect that she had on him.

Sam continued to stand there though, his embarrassment momentarily forgotten as he headed off to the kitchen to make some coffee. Jessica continued to lie there in his bed, enjoying the warmth of the comforter which was wrapped around her. But as he made some coffee, she made her way to the bathroom to conduct some morning business and to brush her teeth with the spare toothbrush Sam had left on the sink for her. She quickly returned to the bed and wrapped herself with the comforter. The minty freshness of the toothpaste was lingering on her lips and tongue. She was content with the freshness of her breath.

Sam returned with a cup of coffee for her, his erection now subsided. "Thanks," she said to him, taking the mug he handed to her with a grateful smile.

Jessica gingerly held the mug up to her lips and took a sip of the morning coffee. She then set it aside. The expression on her face had turned serious as she looked at Sam. "I think we need to talk about last night some more," she said, her voice strong with determination.

Sam sat beside her on the bed, his eyebrows beginning to furrow. "What about last night?"

Jessica hesitated, her fingers beginning to twist in the fabric of Sam's pajamas he had lent her. "About what I told you... you know... You KNOW." She looked at Sam to make sure he was listening. "The orgasms you've been giving me that you didn't know about." She finally blurted it out. And then she bit her lip, her cheeks beginning to flush with embarrassment.

"Okay. Jess. What about them?" Sam asked inquisitively, yet gently, with a reassuring tone.

Jessica began to tear up again. "Oh Sam, you make me feel so good, so amazing. But I'm ashamed. I've been taught my whole life that I'm not supposed to have sex before I'm married. I feel like I've been breaking a vow I made as a little girl."

Sam nodded at her; his expression softened by her tearful confession. "It's okay Jessica. But we aren't really having sex, you know that right?"

There was a moment of silence between them. Both struggled for the correct words to say to each other.

Sam continued, "you don't have to feel ashamed with me." He stroked her arm gently as he took a sip of coffee from his mug.

Jessica studied him intently, trying to understand his facial expressions and what he was communicating non-verbally. She was trying to read his thoughts. And for a moment, Sam felt like Jessica could see right into his brain and see what he was thinking.

Then Jessica boldly asked Sam, her voice barely above a whisper, "Have you ever had an orgasm?""

Sam was frozen in place. HIs mind was racing. Of course he had orgasms. Every guy masturbates. And every night he masturbated to thoughts of Jessica. He couldn't admit this to her though, it was too shameful, too much for him to admit to her, let alone to himself.

Finally, after the long pause, he found his courage. "Yeah," he sheepishly admitted to Jessica, as his ears began to redden.

Jessica prodded further, "How often?" Her eyes searched his looking for a truthful answer.

Sam hesitated again. How was he supposed to admit this to her? Finally, he settled on the truth. He confessed to her with a low and soft voice. "Lately, it's been every night, after we go our separate ways."

Jessica's eyes widened a little bit, her coffee cup pausing on the way up to her lips. "You mean... after we kiss and make out, you... you take care of yourself?"

Sam looked down, away from her gaze. He nodded in embarrassment. "I can't help it," the words came out of his mouth, in a muffled mess. He was clearly embarrassed. "When we make out, I'm left needing a release."

Jessica reassured him by stroking his arm, "really?"

Sam continued, "yes... if I don't... it's painful."

Jessica frowned, fearful that she has been hurting Sam, "What's painful?"

Sam then explained further with his voice hesitant. "When we make out... My penis gets really hard, and my testicles, they are filled with semen. If I don't take care of it, they begin to ache, like really bad. It can be quite painful... I have to take care of myself to relieve the pressure."

Jessica's expression softened as Sam confessed the truth to her. Her heart was aching for him as she heard the truth for the first time. She felt as she had been selfish, and was absorbed only in her experiences, and it hadn't dawned on her that Sam was maybe struggling with something similar. "I really had no idea Sam. Oh, I feel awful about that."

"It's not your fault Jessica," Sam said as he gently squeezed her hand. "It's really not that big a deal."

Jessica sighed. She dropped her gaze into her lap where she held the coffee mug with her petite hands. "So... we can keep making out?"

Sam smiled back at her, his fingers brushing over the knuckles of her hands as she held her coffee mug. "Of course my love. I love kissing you. Jess, I don't want to stop because of that. And I'm content to, uh, take care of myself after you leave."

She managed to show him a small smile, the tension in her face easing slightly. "Okay Sam," she replied, still unsure of her feelings about the matter.

The rest of the morning was spent in comfortable silence. Sam got dressed and prepared for the day of classes ahead of him. Jessica changed out of the warmth of Sam's pajamas back into her last night's clothes and drove back to her apartment to consider and think of their heartfelt confessions.

Chapter 8 - Intimate Awakenings

After a day of classes together, long study sessions, and their morning confessions, Jessica was back at Sam's apartment later in the evening. Their previous confessions lingered in the back of her mind all day while she pondered how to navigate the situation she was in.

They were both on Sam's familiar couch resting next to each other with fatigue after the long day. Eventually, however, Jessica started to become more alert and told Sam that she needed to get going so she could get some sleep. "I've gotta get going, my love."

"Stay with me again tonight, It's Saturday tomorrow, and I'd like to sleep in with you," Sam pleaded.

Jessica, grateful for Sam's unprompted invitation agreed to stay and went into his bedroom to change into the same plaid fleece button up pajamas she wore the night before. They both brushed their teeth and crawled under the sheets together, as if they were familiar with the routine.

They both naturally embraced each other in a spooning position, a sleeping position that they both found wildly comforting. Sam reached around her waist and kissed the back her neck. "Goodnight my love. Sleep tight. I love you."

"I love you too Sam," she answered back as she yawned. "Goodnight."

They both fell asleep almost instantly. She was wrapped in the comfort of his strong arms and they both fell into a deep sleep. She could feel the breath of his deep breathing on the back of her neck. She felt loved and appreciated, unlike anything she had ever experienced before in her entire life.

The next morning as she stirred awake, she found that Sam's hand was cradling her breast next to the mattress like he did previous morning. She loved the feeling of his warm fingers holding one of her most delicate and feminine body parts.

She glanced at the clock, and it was past ten a. m. in the morning. She could sense her lover was awake, and she murmured a soft, "good morning," as her eyelids quickly blinked adjusting to the sunlight beaming through the window.

Jessica looked down lovingly at his hand cradling her breast. And her cheeks began to feel a faint blush, her core beginning to warm.

Sam, whispered back at her, "Good morning, beautiful." He leaned in closer, his lips once again pressing against the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. His hand then began to move gently, rubbing her breast through the fabric of his pajamas that she wore. His thumb then graced across her nipple, providing a sensation that sent a warm tingle throughout all of Jessica's nubile body. As her groin began to heat up, a dampness started forming in her panties.

She continued to lay there enjoying the slow movements of his loving fingers. She placed her hand over his, intertwining her fingers with his, almost as if she was urging him to continue. But then suddenly she moved his hand away from her as she readjusted her position slightly in his bed. She moved his hand and placed it on her thighs. Frustrated, Sam complied without complaint but was scared that he had crossed the line. They sat there for a few moments without speaking. But unbeknownst to Sam, Jessica had started to discretely unbutton the top of her pajama top.

Jessica fiddled with her pajama top, working the buttons with her fingers to open it up. She did this first with the top button, and the next few buttons after that. She laid there thinking to herself the next move she would make. She could tell Sam was frustrated. But she also knew Sam loved her, and that she loved Sam. After a few more moments of thought, she closed her eyes and gulped. She decided then that maybe it was ok for their physical intimacy to continue if they didn't have sex. With a growing confidence and trust in Sam, she had decided to make the next move. She gently grabbed Sam's hand and moved it back to her breast. This time, his palm met her bare skin, her full breast bare and vulnerable in his grasp for the first time.

Sam's heart began to race. Hs eyes widened slightly as he realized what she had done for him. His cock hardened realizing he was holding this delicate flower, this delicate breast in his hand. His fingers trembled somewhat slightly as he explored her petite and precious breast. His thumb began to brush over her nipple with a steady pace. He could feel it harden by his touch. He then leaned in and started to leave trailing kisses down the back of her neck, now confident that Jessica was urging him forward. His hand wandered to her other breast, fondling it with a reverent affection. He rolled her other nipple around with his hands, feeling the bud harden under the delicate touch of his fingers. And he alternated back and forth between both of her breasts, relishing every touch she offered to him. He thought to himself, "These are Jessica's breasts. These are her breasts! And she's letting me hold them! She's letting me feel them."

The intensity of the moment almost became too much for Jessica. But rather than turn away from him, like she had done many times before, she turned over to face him, her eyes locking with his. She stared at him with an intense desire and brought her hands to her the middle buttons of her pajama top. She kept unbuttoning her top until it was completely unbuttoned. Then the side portion of the pajama top on her top side was brushed aside exposing and offering her bare breasts to him for the first time, trusting that Sam would respect and treasure her gift to him.

Sam looked at Jessica in her eyes, seeing the seriousness in her face. His eyes then began to wander down and gaze upon the pale white skin of her chest, spotted with dozens of little cute freckles, now shining bright in the sunlight. Marveling at the beautiful curves of her breasts, his attention narrowed upon the light pink nipples pointing back at him. "You're so beautiful, Jess," Sam whispered to her, his voice dripping with pure admiration. His eyes drank in the sight of her, his heart throbbing in his chest.

Jessica stared at him with the most loving eyes and feminine facial expressions she could muster. She traced her breasts with her fingers before him, and softly said to Sam, "these belong to you, my love." Her voice remained steady despite the vulnerability that she trembled under. "I know you love me. And I know that you love them. And I love that you love them. Please kiss me."

Sam's lips gently pressed against hers, and their tongues started to tangle in a lover's game, in a passionate dance with each other. His hands moved back and forth between Jessica's beautiful breasts, rubbing them gently, holding them, and fondling them. He then straddled above as she lied on her back her shirt splayed open beneath him. Her bare breasts exposed to him, subject to his roaming gazes. He reached down and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts, his thumb gently rubbing and teasing her nipples to life.

"Oh Sam, what are you doing to me?" Jessica breathed, her body arching into his soft touching. "Don't stop kissing me ever."

"I love you Jessica... I love you so much," Sam would repeat between their kisses. His lips then started to trail down her neck. Then they moved even lower, his mouth moving to her breast, exhaling hot breath onto the sensitive skin of her love offering. Swirling his tongue gently in circles along rosy-pink flesh of her nipple, he then proceeded to capture her entire nipple with his lips, and then rolling his tongue around on it as he gently sucked it into his eager mouth.

Jessica moaned softly as his lips were closed around her nipple. His tongue continued to move with sporadic swirling, his teeth lightly grazing the hard bud in his mouth. Slowly, his mouth then moved to her other breast and nipple, making sure to give it the same care and attention he bestowed on her other breast.

Jessica pushed her chest further into his mouth, encouraging Sam to take as much into his mouth as he could. As Sam's mouth enveloped one breast, his hand gently massaged the other. Their loins were on fire, and they began to rub against each other in rhythmic synchronized thrusts, his hard cock grinding against her pussy through their clothing. Jessica could feel his cock sliding up and down on her body, and she loved it.

Sam made his way back to her face, trailing kisses along her chest and neck as he moved up to meet her lips. Jessica eagerly kissed him back, offering her tongue to him. Sam gently drew her tongue into his mouth as far as he could. He held her breasts in his hands, stimulating her nipples with his fingers. She responded to his kiss with equal enthusiasm, parting her lips to welcome his tongue.

As she drew his tongue into her mouth and he caressed her breasts and nipples, her hips began to move more intensely and rapidly against his firm member through their clothing. Their clothes were still a barrier, but the friction generated between them ignited a raging fire within her. Her hands reached up and started unbuttoning his pajama top, and she slid her hands up and down his hard chest and stomach. She could feel her arousal building stronger, her breath coming in short gasps as Sam returned his mouth to work his magic tongue and fingers on her breasts.

"Yes! Oh Yes! YES!!!!!" she moaned, her body arching in extreme pleasure. "You make me feel so good, Sam. I love you!"

He paused, whispering, "I love and adore you, Jessica," before gently kissing her forehead. His hands continued to cradle her breasts, while his firm arousal pressed against her through their pajama bottoms. "Cum for me, Jess," he encouraged, his voice filled with longing.

Jessica began to softly squeal with delight as the waves of her orgasm started to take over. Sam's hands were caressing both of her breasts, giving each nipple ample attention.

Finally, after the heights of her extreme ecstasy were exhausted, she looked at him in utter silence. Sam was nervous he had crossed her line and brought her shame once again. But she just simply smiled at him. She didn't turn away like she had in the past, but instead she pulled him in closer, the naked top half of their bodies touching each other for the first time. His chest collapsed onto her breasts, and she humbly relinquished herself to their passion, and her feelings. She was relieved to no longer feel embarrassed about the orgasm sparked by their passion. In Sam's hands, she felt comfortable and at ease with her body. In that moment, her worries about breaking some of the conservative boundaries of her upbringing started to fade away.

Another minute of silence passed, and Jessica finally caught her breath. Sam's head laid on her chest. His cock was hard and the pressure in his balls slightly ached. He was satisfied knowing she was happy and not distancing herself from him like she had done in the past.

"What exactly did you mean by saying, come for me?" she asked, catching her breath.

Sam looked at her, somewhat ashamed of the crude language he has used in the heat of the moment. But he answered, "Sorry about that. It's slang for having an orgasm."

Her face began to flush, but then she started to grin, her eyes sparkled beneath his loving gaze. With a slightly mischievous face, she replied without embarrassment or shame, "well, in that case, Sam... You made me cum really good! I love cumming with your hands and lips on my breasts."

Sam parted from her and lied down on his back beside her. He moved the comforter over his pajama pants, trying to hide the raging erection he was dealing with. Jessica continued to lie on her back, her exposed breasts moving up and down with each breath that she took.

Jessica then reached over to the comforter that was hiding his pants and moved it aside. She knew his cock would still be engorged for her. And Sam did not disappoint. His erection did stand tall before her. She could see his cock moving beneath the fabric of his pajamas with each pulse of blood coursing through his veins. She thought it was sweet, knowing that he was hard thinking of her. She enjoyed seeing his manhood throbbing for her beneath his clothes. And she sat there staring at it, her mind filling with wonder.

Her gaze continued to linger on the tent in Sam's pajama bottoms, and then she looked at his face again, her breasts still exposed to his gaze. But for the first time, instead of selfishly thinking about her own orgasm and shame, she felt bad for Sam, and wanted him to experience the passion he had given to her. She asked sheepishly, "would you like to have an orgasm... I mean... would you like cum as well? I mean... with me?" Her words were almost overpowering for them both.

Sam began to blush, "I've never... I mean... I've never done that in front of anyone before."

"It's alright if you're not up for that," Jessica said calmly, softly caressing his cheek. "But I wish you could experience what I just did."

Sam laid there for a minute thinking about her proposal. He didn't want to cross one of her boundaries. Nobody had ever seen him down there before. But he also wanted Jessica to see his cock, his love displayed for her in the most intimate of ways. Her bare breasts before him gave him the encouragement he needed. She looked so comfortable lying there, her naked and exposed breasts before him. Surely, he could display his body for her as well. "Okay, Jess. I think I want to, even if it is a bit awkward."

She returned his smile gently, her heart overflowing with genuine love for Sam. "Alright," she said, looking into his eyes before starting to pull at his pajama bottoms, encouraging him to remove them.

Sam continued to lay back on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled his pants and boxer shorts down. And then suddenly his erection sprang free of the confines of his clothing. He was not only naked for the first time before someone besides a doctor, but someone else could see his cock, hard and ready. And boy, it was ready. It stood tall and attention for his lover. Jessica's breath stopped at the sight of the throbbing penis before her. This was uncharted territory, but with a thrilling jolt of confidence, her eyes began to widen. "Oh wow," she breathed, "it's bigger than I thought it would be."

Sam remained sprawled out before Jessica, his thick pubic hair framing his erect cock, while his balls were adorned in hair akin to the fibrous hairs on the husk of a coconut. Jessica then sat up in the bed and removed her pajama top entirely, emboldened by Sam's complete nakedness before her. She revealed her entire naked top half of her body to Sam, her breasts prominently hanging off her delicate frame. "Taste me, Sam."

She leaned her breasts forward to his mouth, dangling them over his lips. Sam's lips closed around the closest nipple to his mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth, up and down. He swirled it around each nipple leaving them both damp and tingling in the cool air. He reverently fondled her breasts as he dined on them like a fine dessert. Jessica moaned softly, her hands tailing throughout his hair as she guided each breast toward his mouth, her body pulsing with pleasure.

"You can touch... You can touch yourself, my love," she pleaded with him.

Sam's right hand then proceeded to move further south, down across his stomach. His hand navigated through the coarse hair, gradually beginning to stroke his firm and aching cock. He kept his left hand on Jessica's breast as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth.

Sam began to stroke himself faster, although his movements were quite hesitant at the beginning. But she then moved her face down to his and deeply kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. "It's okay, Sam. Touch yourself. Touch yourself like you normally do, thinking of me," she encouraged. Sam's hand continued to stroke faster.

Jessica observed as his hand moved rhythmically along his firm, pulsating shaft. She delighted in Sam's face as he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of her body and his hand. He was openly pleasuring himself in front of his girlfriend and lover. He was transitioning from feeling exposed and embarrassed to believing that this was something he was destined to experience with her.

Jessica kept observing with captivated wonder. Her right hand began to explore his chest as he continued to stroke. She moved it further south and lightly grazed his stomach. And then she dragged her breasts up and down his body, lightly grazing his skin with her nipples. This encouraged Sam to start to lose himself in his manual stimulations. This was so much better than masturbating on his own to relieve pressure after a make-out session. This was a moment of physical love shared between two lovers.

Desiring to join in giving him pleasure rather than letting him do it alone, she moved her hand lower, threading her fingers through his dense pubic hair, and placed her hand over his as he stroked himself. She reached down to kiss him, dragging her breasts across his chest some more, her nipples like pencil erasers lightly grazing against his skin. Her tongue followed the contour of his lips, while her hand clasped his as he continued to stroke.

Driven by her deep affection for Sam, she gently halted his hand. She moved it away and, for the first time, wrapped her fingers around him. She had never touched a penis before. She never imagined she'd be holding Sam's pulsating cock in her hands. But here she was holding it and loving every second of the precious time they shared.

Her fingers began to follow the prominent vein along its side. She lightly teased and circled the head of the cock with her touch. Grasping it as securely as Sam had, she proceeded next to slide her hands up and down the length. "It feels better when it's wet. Can you use some lotion?" Sam asked as his eyes pointed her to the hand lotion on his nightstand.

She reached across Sam, her breasts still dangling in front of his face and pumped out a few dollops of lotion onto her hand. She rubbed her hands together warming the lotion up and moved both hands to his shaft.

Jessica then started to move both her hands up and down his shaft, her fingers swiping around the head of his hot cock. She looked at him with those big blue eyes of hers and lovingly stroked his body closer toward climax. "Is this right?" she asked.

Sam nodded back with a look of approval. "Is it wet enough?" Sam nodded again, lost in the sensation of her wet hands on his cock.

Sam's breathing started to rapidly increase, and his hips rocked up and down both in depth and in rhythm aligned with her stroking. His body started to twist and turn under the pure pleasure Jessica's hands were providing. She was fascinated with his body and enjoyed stroking him even faster and harder.

"Does it feel good, honey?" she asked. Sam nodded again, silently, in approval.

Jessica then took one of her hands away from his cock and her face reached down to his, kissing him again on the lips. She kissed him deeply, her hand moving in a steady rhythm. His hips started thrusting upward to meet the pressure of her downward strokes. Her tongue swirling around with his in their mouths. Suddenly Sam started to climax. He moaned loudly into her mouth, his body arching high off the bed. The weight of his body then collapsed on top of the mattress and his cock erupted in a violent explosion in her soft and stroking hand. His semen splattered in thick creamy white ropes across his abdomen, her hand, and some of it even hit Jessica on one of her breasts. Some landed as far away from his cock as his chin and the headboard behind him. He continued to writhe as she never stopped stroking. He kept moaning, enjoying the best orgasm his young mind and body had ever dreamed possible. His Jessica, his cherished lover held his cock in her hand, and she milked every drop of semen from his body.

"Oh Sam," Jessica said excitedly. Her voice was filled with wonder as she observed him come undone and fall apart in her hand and fingers. She continued to kiss him, her hand slowing. Her touch was gentle as he rode out the climactic orgasm. After his body stopped moving under her touch, her hand slowed to a stop. She stared at it, looking at the semen dripping over her hand. She looked at the pools of the creamy white substance all over his body, stuck like droplets of pearls in his curly and coarse pubic hair. She looked at the joy on Sam's face, knowing that he had finally felt what she had felt secretly so many times. A sense of extreme satisfaction came over her, and she began realizing that she enjoyed this far more than her own orgasm. She was not ashamed knowing that she had provided much joy and good feelings for her lover. She then whispered to him softly in his ear, "I guess you... came... pretty good too, huh?"

Sam looked at her with pure sexual contentment, the deep ache in his balls gone, no longer under pressure. He simply sighed in relief and nodded his head, with sweat dripping down his forehead, his face flush with satisfaction.

"You made a pretty big mess. You even got some of it on me... Look at it," and she showed her breast to him, with a few small rivets of semen running down her breast and dripping onto her thighs. Sam thought she looked stunningly sexy, adorned with his essence. It was as if he had hung an ornament on a Christmas tree. Except it was an ornament of his love for her.

Sam just laid there speechless and breathless. His heart was still pounding hard in his chest. Jessica leaned over him, enjoying their intimate moment, rubbing her breasts against his chest, and rubbing her body in his deposit of warm semen. "I love you, Sam," she whispered to him, her voice thick with deep emotion.

"I love you too, Jess," he responded. He pulled her into his arms, holding her body close. Their bodies stayed entwined, bound by the sticky warmth of his creamy release, almost as if it fused them into one. They were both wet and sticky from the intensity of his climax, but neither of them cared. To Jessica, this was a symbol of their deep love for one another. And as they lay there together, entwined in each other's loving arms, Jessica felt at peace with everything that had transpired. Her guilt continued to fade away. She had never imagined she could feel this connected to someone like this. Sam's hand rested on her hip, his thumb drawing lazy invisible pictures in her skin. His breath finally returned to normal as he started to doze off in their loving embrace.

Chapter 9 - Pushing Limits

Sam and Jessica finally unstuck themselves from each other, got cleaned up, and lounged around the house together. They ate breakfast together, while enjoying some playful banter between them. Sam grabbed a box of sugar-coated corn flakes and poured some into a bowl. "They're GRRREEAT," Sam playfully said to Jessica as he poured and mixed some milk with the flakes in the bowl.

Jessica looked at him and laughed out loud, "You're Great! You're my Sam the Tiger!"

"Yeah, well you made your tiger feel pretty good earlier," Sam said to her, alluding to the morning's intimate moments.

Jessica laughed at him again, "Yeah, and you made a huge mess too! I didn't know it could be so messy. You gotta be more careful with that thing."

"You're the one that was holding it," he teased. "It's your job to aim it in the proper direction," Sam replied with a smirk.

Jessica broke down in a fit of laughter. She just started laughing so hard, "don't blame me," she jeered, "that thing seems to have a mind of its own!"

Both were laughing and joking with each other about it. It was a lighthearted moment that was broken when she reached out to Sam's hand. She added, "I guess this changes everything, huh?"

"I guess it does," Sam cautiously replied.

"Mind if we talk about it, seriously, for a little bit?" Jessica politely and delicately inquired as she looked him in the eye.

"Sure, what about it?"

"Well, Sam, I really enjoyed our time together this morning. I definitely crossed some boundaries that I never thought I'd cross though. I thought I was saving myself for marriage. And now I'm so afraid I'm going to be tempted to go all the way with you," she cautiously replied.

Sam smiled a bit more. He didn't know what to say, so he just sat there silent before her.

"I mean it, Sam." Jessica said to Sam with a soft and reverent voice. "I'm not ready to go all the way, not just yet. Maybe not even for a long time." She warned him, searching his eyes for any sort of sign of disappointment or judgement. "I know it might sound a little old-fashioned, but I just believe in waiting until marriage. It's just... kind of important to me... And I'm worried about what my parents might think as well, not like I would ever tell them. But I doubt they would approve of any of what we've shared together so far." She stared at him again, waiting for his reassuring response. She received the answer she was looking for with the next words from Sam's lips.

"I understand what you're saying, Jess. And I respect it completely. You never have to do anything with me that you're not comfortable with. Ever... I promise." He gently squeezed her hand and held it to his chest. His eyes were warm, sincere, and comforting.

Jessica brightly smiled back at him. Her face was beaming. And deep within her soul, she was filled with gratitude. "Thank you. That means a lot to me." She took a deep breath though, and her gaze dropped to look at their hands, still intertwined with each other. She thought about the words she was about to say very carefully. And then she told Sam, "But... we can still have little more fun with each other, right?"

Sam looked at her, raising a single eyebrow, curious as to what she meant by "a little more fun." He paused for a moment, and then asked, "A little more fun? What do you mean, Jess?"

Jessica's smile widened. She blushed and looked away for a moment. "You know... like this morning. When I... When you... I mean, when we... came." She was quickly learning to incorporate Sam's slang into her love language for him. "I wouldn't mind doing that with you again sometime. It was special."

Sam could not suppress the smile that pulled at his cheeks and lips. "Really? You're open to more of that?"

"Absolutely!" Jessica replied, her voice sure and steady. "I really enjoyed knowing I made you feel good with my hand. It made me feel closer to you."

Sam looked at her and replied, "It really was the best feeling in the world. I didn't know it would feel so much better with someone else's hand than my own. I'd heard about handjobs before, but I never imagined they could feel so amazing. If your handjobs feel this great, I can easily wait for sex."

Jessica's eyes widened at this new term that she heard on Sam's lips. "Handjobs? Is that another slang term of yours?"

Sam nodded, and looked at her sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry... The guys back in high school used to talk about handjobs and blowjobs. It's just locker room guy talk. I shouldn't have used that term with you."

"Oh, it's okay," Jessica added, waiving off the apology he provided to her. "I've just never heard that term before. It wasn't a 'job' or 'chore' for me though. It was more like a hand delight!" She grinned back at him with amusement. "So, tell me, what do you mean by blowjob?"

Sam stuttered, his face beginning to flush, "Ummmmm... uh..."

Jessica burst into a fit of laughter, nearly doubling over in her chair. "You silly goose, I know what a blowjob is! I just wanted to see your face as you tried to explain it!" She wiped tears of laughter from her eyes.

Sam forced himself to laugh, "You got me Jess," he admitted, shaking his head.

Jessica subsided from her laughter, and she leaned forward, her expression softening a bit. "Of course I've heard of blowjobs. But it kind of sounds icky to me. I'm not sure I like the idea of sticking a boy's penis in my mouth. That's where a guy pees - it just doesn't seem sanitary to me."

Sam, hoping to steer away from the current topic, remained silent, wishing that Jessica would naturally shift the conversation herself.

"So, would you like another hand job? I mean... a hand delight?"

Sam smiled, playing along, "Yeah, I could definitely go for a hand delight any time you want to delight me with those sexy hands of yours."

Jessica curious to see Sam's cock again decided to take a bold step forward. "How 'bout now?"

Sam looked at her with excitement, "seriously?"

Jessica stood up, her expression serious and inviting, "Come here."

Sam hesitated for only a moment before pushing back his chair and standing to join her. As he approached her, Jessica took his hand and guided him toward the living room couch. "I've got some catching up to do," she added. "The score seems a bit lop-sided to me."

They sat down together, their bodies close, but they sat there without touching each other. Jessica faced Sam, her eyes locking onto his. She took his hand again, this time, gingerly guiding it to her breast. "Feel me," she whispered, her voice inviting.

Sam delighted as his hand contacted the soft curve of her breast. Through the thin materials of her shirt and bra, he could feel the warmth of her skin, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest with every breath she would take. His fingers, which were confident earlier in their morning love session, trembled slightly, but Jessica's loving gaze encouraged him to continue.

"It's okay," she said, as she moved her hand to cover his. "Take your time, lover."

Sam continued looking into her eye, as if he was staring into her soul. His touch grew more confident as he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing slowly and lightly through the nearly paper-thin fabric. Jessica closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaped from her lips. The sensations she was feeling were electrifying, and shivers ran up and down her spine.

She looked at him and reached to grab the bottom of her shirt with both hands. With a new confidence, she pulled her shirt over her head, and she sat before Sam with only her pants and her bra covered breasts poking out toward him.

Sam reached to cup her breasts again with delight, but he didn't linger long. He nervously and hurriedly reached behind to unclasp her bra. He fiddled with it as he kissed her on the lips, but he couldn't work the darn contraption. Jessica returned his kiss with a soft giggle. "Here, let me," she offered, as she skillfully reached behind to unfasten the intricate clasp that Sam found so perplexing. "You're gonna need to learn do that, tiger." She then reclined on the couch, her chest spreading slightly as she rested on her back. Exposed to his gaze, and her head resting on the armrest behind her, her eyes never left his.

Sam was hungry. His desire was evident in every ounce of his body. He leaned forward with his mouth and hovered over her right breast with his face for a second. His lips then brushed against her skin, sending a warm jolt of sensual pleasure through her body. He alternated back and forth between her breasts with his mouth. His mouth suckled gently, and his tongue traced lazy patterns around her nipples. His hands did not remain idle either, making sure to cup the other breast he wasn't lavishing with luscious kisses from his mouth. His thumb and fingers were continually grazing and rubbing her nipples into solid budding joys of delight.

"It feels so good. I love your mouth on my nipples, Sam," Jessica confidently remarked, her voice oozing with sexual desire. She was becoming more comfortable expressing her physical desires. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as he showered her breasts with passionate kisses.

Finally, following Jessica's gentle lead, they both removed themselves from the couch and stood next to it, their kisses growing more fervent between them. She helped him pull his shirt off, and she pressed her naked chest into his. As he kissed her, his hands moved behind her and started to slide down her back, along her spine, and into the back of her pants. Taking a risk on crossing one of her boundaries, he reached further down into the land of forbidden fruit, sliding his hand between her panties and curvy cheeks. He fondled and squeezed the soft plump cheeks in his hands. Jessica gasped into his mouth, slightly uncertain, and surprised with the bold move Sam had made. Sam then moved his hands back out from her panties, and moved them back to her breasts, his mouth then following closely behind. But after having his hands in her panties like that, Jessica began to think of how more of Sam's hands would feel on her bottom, and even on her wet pussy.

Jessica's hands then moved to Sam's pants, her fingers rubbing the bulge in his pants tenderly and softly. Her fingers then started to work quickly, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans. She moved them down just enough so she could see his boxers and then continued to push them lower so that his pants pooled into a bundle at his feet. She started to rub his cock through the fabric of his boxer shorts. Her touch was firm and intentional. "I love that you're hard for me."

Sam groaned out loud, his eyes staring at the ceiling, briefly wondering if the neighbor above him could hear, as he relished in the pleasure of her intimate touch. Sam's body decided to return the favor. His hand then began to slide down the front of her jeans. He could feel her tightly curled pubic hair through her cotton panties, his hand moving slowly toward her pussy. He finally reached it and then began to rub it softly through the thin cotton fabric of her panties. His fingers pressed firmly against the folds of her soft pussy. He then rubbed a single finger lovingly along her clit. Jessica's breath started to increase in speed, her body began to arch under the soft touch of his hand and finger. She knew she was closing in toward orgasm, so she pulled his hand away, and lightly pushed him onto the couch.

"Not yet," she lightly told him with a voice filled with desire, grateful to have begun to learn about the control she needed to prevent the onset of her impending orgasms. She finished pulling his pants off, and reached up to pull his boxer shorts off and freeing his cock, her new favorite object of desire. It stood proud and fully erect for her, throbbing in anticipation of the attention she was about to lavish upon it.

Jessica giggled at it. She had a playful look in her eye. "I'm here with my hand for this job," she jokingly stated. "Let's get this chore over with." She emphasized both the words job and chore, thinking it was funny. Sam smiled at her joke. She then knelt between his legs, her hands wrapping around his shaft. Her touch was perfectly soft and gentle. She stared at the throbbing cock in her hand and then looked back into Sam's eyes, determined to be a master of hand jobs for her new lover.

Suddenly, she remembered though that Sam liked it wet. She looked around and didn't see any lotion nearby, so she improvised. She looked seductively down at the hard cock she held in her hand, and she formed a little bit of spit in her mouth. She let it drool out of her mouth and aimed her spit onto the head of his cock from above. She looked at him seductively and then started rubbing her spit into the skin of his cock. Sam moaned in pleasure. As the skin started to dry on his cock while she stroked it, she formed some more of it on the tip of her tongue. This time, she allowed a lot more of it drool out of her mouth onto his cock along with her hand. She rubbed her saliva into his cock gently, hoping it was wet enough for her lover, hoping it was a suitable substitution for the lotion she had used on him previously. She truly wanted him to feel good.

Seeing Jessica, topless before him, kneeling between his legs, take her warm saliva and spread it onto his cock excited Sam to no end. His breathing then started to quicken, and his body tensed up with the pleasure building within him as Jessica's hand moved faster with the wet spit from her mouth between her cock and his hand. Her grip then tightened slightly as she coaxed his wet cock closer and closer to the edge of his impending orgasm. "Jess... I'm close baby..."

"Do it, Sam," she urged, her voice a command, not a request. "Cum for me." As the words rolled from her lips and tongue, she became more confident with using this slang for Sam. She found it highly erotic, and thankful for this new phrase. She wondered why it felt better to use that phrase than the old clinical expressions she was used to using.

But then with a sudden groan and contraction deep within his balls, Sam's body shook hard as he came in her loving hand. His cum shot straight out his cock in thick, juicy hot ropes. Recalling Sam's earlier joke about aiming it, Jessica pointed it directly at her chest. She moaned at the sensation of his hot cum started splattering across her skin. She savored the moment of pure delight on Sam's face. And she kept stroking his cock and rubbing it with the wet creamy mess against her breast.

Her hands, her chest, and his cock were soaked with his love which was still dribbling out of the little slit on the head of his cock. Jessica was thrilled by the thought that all this semen was created just for her, originating from deep within Sam's yearning body. She found it incredibly exciting to know that his essence was made with her in mind. It was the essence of his love for her. And then she took the head his throbbing cock and rubbed it with his semen onto her nipples. She was so close to falling over the edge of orgasm herself, even without his hand touching her, so she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her legs together, hoping to prevent the climax that was on the edge of washing over her. Right then, at that time, she just wanted Sam to feel pleasure.

Sam's breathing finally returned to normal as he regained his composure. He marveled at Jessica holding his cock, continuing to rub it against her breasts and nipples. His cock was beginning to soften and shrink just a bit. But Jessica just kept rubbing it against her breasts, working the semen in until it was a clear sheen on her skin.

Finally, realizing that Sam was completely spent, she jumped up, grabbed the nearest towel she could find, and wiped her body free of Sam's sweet semen that clung to her. Sam was still a sweaty, sticky mess, so she handed him the towel and he started to clean up.

"Wow, that was messy," she exclaimed. "But it was sexy." Her voice was teasing, and Sam couldn't help but laugh, looking at the dollop of his cum that was hanging from her chin. She had missed it when she cleaned herself with the towel. "Before today, I never knew it could be so messy," she admitted. She was clearly amused with it all. "When I give you a hand job again," she winked at Sam, "somewhere where we can't make such a mess... we're gonna have to figure something out, that's for sure." She wiped a few drops of cum that was stuck to the leather couch, and some that dripped onto the floor, entirely unaware about the small droplets of cum that clung to the skin of her chin and neck. Sam kept noticing his semen on her neck and chin in the sunlight which had bathed the room.

Sam, basking in the aftermath of his release, was keenly aware that Jessica still hadn't climaxed. He felt determined to make her feel as good as she had just made him feel. "Do you want me to help you get there also?" he asked, his voice softly sincere, and earnest. She shook her head no, her short brunette hair swaying gently. "I just want to be close to you," she said. She gently added, "having an orgasm... I mean... cumming... cumming isn't nearly as important to me as feeling close to you." She started to move closer to him, to move her body closer to his. "But if it makes you feel closer to me, for me to cum, I'm willing to do it."

"Come here my love," Sam beckoned for her, pulling her onto his lap. His penis which was still softening was pressed against her clothed bottom as he kissed her deeply. "Oh Jessica, you really did make me feel good. It felt so good to cum in your hand." He cupped her breast and sucked a nipple into her mouth tenderly. "Yes. It felt unbelievable. I've never felt so good."

"Yeah... You liked that, huh?" she teased him, her lips smiling at him, and her eyes looking into his as he sucked on the hard bud of her nipple in his mouth.

"Yeah babe. Your hand wrapped around my cock is the best feeling in the world," he confessed to her as their mouths met again in a passionate French kiss that left them both nearly without breath.

"And do you like it? Do you like it, when I cum too?" she asked, her voice lowered a tad.

"I like it even better than when I cum," he answered back without any hesitation. "I just want you to feel good also. I want to worship you, Jess. I want to worship every single part of your body. I want to worship everything that makes you... you."

"I feel the same way about you, Sam," she said to him. Her crotch was beginning to slowly move back and forth against his hardening cock, and he suckled on her breasts with more fervency, his eyes locked with hers in their passionate encounter.

Sam then stood up, and leaned Jessica back onto the couch. She relaxed into it as he then returned to her suck her breasts, his mouth latched onto one of them. He couldn't get enough of her breasts. They were like pure candy, the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted. He loved their softness and warmth as he suckled on them with his mouth. He thought her nipples were like smooth polished pebbles from a mountain stream, sliding back and forth under his tongue. "Suck on me, Sam." she moaned, her hands returning to his hair. "Oh, it feels so good Sam."

"I love sucking your breasts. I love licking your nipples. Feed them to me, Jess. Let me worship them." His lips and tongue trailed back and forth between the two mounds of the greatest delight he had ever known.

Jessica grabbed Sam's head, pulling her nipples further into his mouth. "They feel good in your mouth Sam. So good. They make me tingle. If you're not careful, you might make me... cum."

"Ha! Do you want that, Jess? Do you want me to make you cum?" He said this as his hand moved to rub her pussy through the fabric of her pants and wet panties. He could feel her heat, even through the fabric. Her wetness was beginning to seep through all of it.

She answered Sam only by nodding her head and looking him in the eye. "What are you doing to me, Sam?" she moaned, grinding against his hand. Her entire petite body trembled in his hands with need. Her breasts glistened in the sunlight with the mix of her sweat and Sam's saliva. They were flushed with a pink hue and heaved with each breath that she took.

"I guess you could say... I'm also giving you a handjob now," he said in playful voice sounding muffled as he gently stuffed one of her nipples back into his mouth, where he sucked a little deeper. His hand also continued to work slowly, deliberately circling back and forth around her pussy, pushing a little firmer.

"Oh," she breathed. Her eyes widened with erotic pleasure. "I didn't know it could feel so good Sam, with your hand on me like that. Please don't stop. Don't stop!"

Sam's eyes stayed locked with hers as he firmly rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her pants and panties. He could see the hunger in her eyes, and the need for her release. She squirmed against his touch and then reached down to unbutton her pants. She urgently fiddled with the button of her pants, her fingers trembling desperately as Sam continued to rub her in her most private of areas. Finally, she got her pants unbuttoned, the zipper was lowered, and she lifted her butt off the couch while Sam tenderly pulled her pants down, exposing her panty covered pussy.

For the first time, he saw her cotton panties. He gazed at them, moving his face a bit closer. She could feel his hot breath on her skin just above her moist panties. Sam could see stray strands of curly jet-black pubic hair popping out from behind her cute panties which had little strawberries decorated on them in a feminine pattern.

"You're beautiful, Jess," Sam said to Jessica, his fingers tracing slowly over the silky fabric of her panties. "Every part of you is just... it's just perfect."

"It's yours," she whispered. Her voice was thick with emotion, and tears began to well up in her eyes. "I'm yours Sam. Touch me where I know you want to touch me. Touch me in my most private part. Make me feel good. Make me cum with your hand."

Sam returned to rub her pussy through her panties. His thumb pressed against her clit; his fingers traced the outline of her lips through the thin fabric. The fabric was now beginning to be soaked with her wetness, and he could feel the precious heat of her arousal radiating through it all. Eventually, he bravely pulled her panties down, revealing her pussy in all its natural glory. She sported a full, untrimmed, and unkempt bushy patch of pubic hair. It was curly and thick, and Sam was immediately drawn to it, combing his fingers through it intimately. The thick patch of curly hair framed the lips of her pussy, and he found himself completely mesmerized by her natural, untrimmed beauty.

"You. Are. Gorgeous," he said to her, his voice thick with truthful admiration. He then placed passionate kisses on her belly and placed kisses on the hair above her pussy. He moved his face back up to her, and he began to kiss her deeply, her legs spreading before him. His mouth devoured hers as his hand began to explore the folds of her pussy for the first time ever. His palm rested on her thick pubic hair. Her wetness stuck to his fingers, and she squirmed against his gentle touch. Her hips then moved in rhythm with his hand, grinding her pussy against his fingers.

"Jess, do you want to cum?" he asked. "Do you want to cum on my hand? On my fingers? I can feel your wetness on my fingers... Let me feel you even more."

"Yes!" she cried out, her voice begging, almost desperate. "Please make me cum Sam. Let me cum on your hand." And for a moment the only sound filling the room was the sensual sound of silence.

"Can you put your finger inside me? Can you let me feel it?" she requested. "I want to feel you inside me even if it's not your penis. Please let me feel your finger inside me. I'm ready for this."

Sam gently moved his middle finger into position and slid up and down the folds of her pussy. He made sure it was completely slick with her wetness, and then slowly opened her pussy up with his finger. His finger slipped inside of her, and he began to slowly move it in out. It dawned on him that in a way, he was making sweet love to his Jessica. They weren't making love with his cock inside of her. But to Sam, his finger was good enough. He could wait for full blown sex. And he treasured this intimate moment.

She then grabbed his hand, guiding him in and out. His other hand moved to her breast and fiddled with her hardened nipple. He curled his finger upward which was buried more than knuckle deep in her pussy. Kept his finger slightly curled upward as he moved in and out of her sweet treasure.

The walls of her pussy clenched around his finger. They were tight and hot. And Sam could feel her beginning to tremble over the edge. "Cum for me, Jess," he urged and coaxed her toward her climax. His mouth then closed around a nipple, and he sucked hard, "Cum for me my love. Oh, I love when you cum. I love you!"

At this moment, her eyes locked with his as she moaned. Her body started to arch off the couch, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. "Oh Sam! Oh... Awww... Oh... I'm... I'm... I'm cummmmmming! You're making me cum! I'm cumming for you! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming on your fingers. Oooooohhhhh... Unnngghhhh.... SAMMMMMMM"

Her climax ripped through her entire body. She was trembling, almost shaking violently as she cried out Sam's name. He watched her, mesmerized as her face clenched in pleasure. Her entire chest was now flush with a deep pinkish hue. Her breasts were heaving. Her nipples were tight and swollen. Sam kept moving his finger in and out her pussy, and his lips stayed clamped to her nipple as he suckled on it with his tongue and hot mouth.

As Jessica's pleasure began to finally subside, he slowly and tenderly removed his finger from deep within her pussy. The musky scent of her wetness filled his nostrils, overcoming his senses. And with just a slight hint of hesitation, but mostly driven by love and curiosity, he slowly brought his fingers which were wet with her love to his mouth. He looked Jessica in the eye while drawing his wetly coated fingers near his face, and then with a look of pure desire, he licked them. He licked them clean, savoring her taste. He just couldn't help himself as he demonstrated his eroticism to Jessica. He wanted to show her how much he accepted her. Her eyes widened large with shock. But then seeing how Sam enjoyed her taste so much, she smiled back at him.

"You taste so good, Jess," he said to her. "So sweet, so perfect."

She sat there on the couch, dripping with sweat. The pink hue of her chest slowly fading away. Her breathing then returned to normal.

Sam helped his naked lover to her feet, and they stood there smiling at each other. Not a word was spoken between them. Their bodies pressed together, and Sam gently led Jessica with his hand over to the bathroom and started the shower. As they stood in the shower, naked together, the warm water flowed out of the shower head over their shoulders and cascaded like a miniature waterfall onto their bodies, washing away all the physical evidence of their shared passion. Their skin sheened in the wetness of the water. But their shared heat remained between them. Sam then lightly pushed and pressed Jessica against the wall of the shower, his hands roaming all over her wet nubile body, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, and hungry kiss.

They stood there together in the shower, pressed against one another as their hearts were beating quickly together. Sam moved his body against her, and they remained pressed against each other enjoying the warmth of the water falling around their young bodies. Sam pressed his forehead against Jessica's, and he loudly proclaimed his love for her. "I love you, Jess. I love everything about you."

Jessica looked back to him with tears in her eyes, overcome with the emotion of the intimacy they had shared. She pressed her forehead back toward his as she held him close to her. "I love you too, Sam. Always."

Later, that night, they wrapped themselves each in a pair of Sam's pajamas, and they curled up together in bed. Their bodies still were aglow with the aftermath of their intense, almost overwhelming passion. Sam held her close to him, with his hand resting on her breast, his thumb lightly grazing her nipple through the fleece pajama top. "You're amazing, Jess." His voice was super soft, "I can't get enough of you. I've fallen so hard for you."

Jessica snuggled close to his chest, and her hand reached back to place it on his chest. She could feel his beating heart, thumping against the palm of her delicate hand. "I feel the same. I've fallen in love with you Sam," she said with a content voice. "I love being with you, Sam. I love everything we share. I never want to be apart from you."

Sam reached out with his lips and kissed the back of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. His heart was filled with joy. "We'll take it one step at a time, my love. And each step will always be together. I promise."

And they both drifted off to sleep. Her body was entwined with his throughout the night, their hearts deeply connected. They both knew that their love was super special. It was something to be cherished. It was something to patiently wait for. They didn't know what the future would hold for them, but they both were confident they would face it together in love. They would navigate their mutual love together, one step at a time. And their shared passion for life and love would guide them every step of the way into the great unknown.

Chapter 10 - Loving Arrangements

The next morning, when Sam and Jessica awoke in each other's arms, they both decided to spend their lazy Sunday studying for classes together and getting outside and walking in a nearby park. After completing their homework and studies for the day, they jumped in Sam's car and just walked through the woods on the paved asphalt trail, hand in hand, talking about their home life, their parents, and their childhood.

Both were still drunk on the passion of the day before. They both wanted to push for more physical intimacy, but they also wanted to relish the moment and reflect on what each of them had done for each other. They were growing closer together, not just physically, but also emotionally. Their bonds were growing stronger with each passing moment, their hearts chained together with a steel lock that seemed impossible to break.

Jessica, having finally shed much of the shame that had burdened her, contemplated how they were edging closer to the boundary she had promised herself never to overstep. It was a dangerous game she was playing. She craved having his hard cock deep inside her, but she wanted to remain faithful to the vow she had made with herself, before her church, to her parents, and before God. She was also slightly grappling with feelings of doubt and guilt, realizing that she had already crossed multiple boundaries, going against the principles instilled in her upbringing.

She rationalized to herself that some boundaries were maybe made to be broken. However, the one boundary she had set simply could not be broken, and she knew if she were to break it, it could not be undone. She decided then and there that everything and anything would be on the table with Sam, as long as she didn't cross the line of having his cock penetrating her.

Sam was also over the moon with his love for Jessica. He was growing more confident in expressing his love and affections for her. He felt open and vulnerable before her, and it simply felt right. He too dreamed of being inside Jessica and hoped that the day would come soon. But he also respected her decision to save herself for marriage. Ultimately, he was just grateful to have a loving girlfriend who was willing to be physically intimate with him, in any capacity. He wouldn't love her any less even if he couldn't ever touch her. He was content to just receive what she was willing to give. And he would catch himself staring at her, admiring her beauty, lost in the words flowing from her mouth. He would listen to her intently, looking her in the eye and appreciating her sharp intellect mixed with her sweet and charmingly humble personality. And he loved to shower her with praises about her beauty, confessing his love daily for her. He felt so complete and so perfect in her presence. He would cherish her and love her to the end of time, thinking that he could never pull himself away from her for any reason whatsoever.

Later that day, Jessica returned to her apartment with Sam to eat some dinner with him. After dinner, they sat down to relax on the couch and talked some more, just simply being with each other, and enjoying each other's company.

"Sam," she began to speak with a soft and steady voice, "I can't stand being apart from you anymore. I want to be around you all of the time. I really don't want to sleep alone without you by my side."

Sam studied her, nodded, and his eyes met hers with a warmth that caused Jessica's heart to flutter. "I feel the same way as well," he said, with a voice that was firm, yet tender. "I don't want to be apart from you either."

Jessica sighed, not knowing how to proceed with this delicate conversation. "Can I just stay at your place with you all the time, or maybe you can stay here with me?"

Sam lovingly replied, "of course we can Jess. We can do whatever it is you want. I most definitely would love to live with you all the time, and it doesn't matter to me where I live, as long as it's with you. We already do everything together anyway."

A big smile came over Jessica, her voice exuding pure joy, "Oh Sam, that sounds wonderful. I don't want to be apart from you, ever."

Sam said, "maybe we can just move in together. Would that work for you?"

Jessica replied, "well here's the thing. My parents are paying for my college tuition, and paying the lease on this apartment... If I move in with you, then they would more than certainly disapprove of that, and they would probably cut me off financially. I guess I wouldn't mind that so much, but it would make things hard for me, as I'd need to get student loans, and a job, and stuff. I'm not sure I could even graduate if I had to work full time to pay for school... And if you move in with me, I'm not sure we could hide your presence, as they come to visit with me at least once a month. There is no way I could hide all the boy stuff you might have in this place. I'm just glad they live a long way away right now and can't control what I'm doing when they aren't here. Thankfully, I don't have to worry about them randomly dropping by and finding you here with me."

"Jess, yeah, sounds like a pickle. I'm not sure how we could make that work. My parents don't support me as much, but I've got my off-campus apartment because of a trust fund my grandpa set up for me before he died, so I'm sort of in a similar situation. They may come to visit once or twice a year, and that's about it. And I know they definitely would not approve of a girl living with me," Sam replied.

"Hmmm. I think maybe I have an idea," Jessica said. "How about this? How about if we just keep both of our apartments as they are, and you keep some personal items here at my place, like clothes and toothbrushes and stuff, and I do the same thing with your place? That way, we can just live together, bouncing back and forth between apartments?"

"That's a great idea," Sam exclaimed with joy! "I think that might just work!"

"Can we start tonight," Jessica then finally asked?

"Yeah, that definitely works for me. But I have a question," Sam asked, "for tonight, my place or your place? I don't even have my toothbrush, shaving supplies, or anything to sleep in right now."

"Whatever you want, lover boy," Jessica grinned back at him.

"OK then. I'll run back to my place, and grab a few things," Sam replied, "and we're living together from here on out. Deal?"

"Deal!"

"OK, I'll see you in about an hour," Sam said as he walked to the door to walk to his car.

"Wait!" Jessica said stopping Sam in his tracks.

"Sure, what's up?" Sam asked.

"I need a hug before you go!" Jessica exclaimed as she walked toward him.

They stood there holding each other in a loving embrace, their bodies pressed closely. Sam reached down and then kissed her lovingly on the lips, looked into her eyes, gave a love peck on her nose and gently walked back away from her, breaking their hug. "I love you, Jessica, I'l be right back."

"I love you too, roomie!"

About an hour later, Sam knocked on the door. She didn't answer, so he jiggled the doorknob, and found the door was unlocked. While he was holding a couple duffle bags, his backpack, and a big box with some personal items in it, he pushed the door open with his feet, walked into the kitchen, set his things down, and closed the door behind him.

Sam peered around the corner and noticed Jessica wasn't nearby. But his eye caught a small note sitting on the counter with a key laying on top of it. The post it note had her handwriting on it. It said, "I'm in the bathroom, I'll be out in a minute."

Sam sat there wondering what that was all about, but he turned his attention to the cardboard box and bags on the floor, looking for a place to put them. He walked around the corner and heard the shower running in the bathroom, so he sat down in the lazy chair opposite of the couch in her living room.

Sam glanced down at the coffee table and saw her collection of jazz magazines she had stacked on top each other. He grabbed one and began to thumb through it, trying to maybe learn why Jessica was so interested in this music. As he was thumbing through the pages, he heard a click and her bathroom door open, the shower was no longer running.

As he watched the bathroom door open, a big smile came across his face. Jessica came out of the bathroom, her hair still wet, and she was dressed only in a white frilly lace bra and some lacy panties. His mouth watered as he drank in her feminine beauty on display.

Jessica walked into the living room, looked at him, and said, "Hey there roomie."

Sam replied, "Hey girlfriend, you're looking hot tonight!"

Jessica laughed, and replied, "yeah, well I like to just lunge around in my underwear when I'm by myself. Since we're living together now, you get to see me as I really live now."

"I could get used to this!" Sam exclaimed.

"Oh, you're gonna get to see a lot more of me from now on. And tonight, I'm taking you to my bed for a change," Jessica boldly commented.

"I can't wait," Sam said while standing up, removing his shirt and pants. He stood before her in just his boxer shorts. "I definitely can get used to this."

Jessica then proceeded to walk casually around the apartment. She bent over to pick up some papers, straightening them out. Sam was sitting back down in the lazy chair, and she noticed his cock beginning to form a tent in his plaid boxers. She decided to tease him a little bit and walked in front of him with her back to his. Her butt cheeks moved with each step that she took. She looked down on the coffee table and noticed her magazines had been moved from the neatly arranged pile she had left them in. She knew Sam had been rifling through her magazines, and that made her feel good inside. She realized Sam was taking an even greater interest in her interests, and a warm glow radiated from her inner being.

She turned her head to look back at Sam, and she saw his cock was now fully erect in his boxers, and watched him situate himself in the chair, trying to push it down so it wouldn't be visible to her. She turned her head back facing away from Sam and saw his duffle bags on the floor, walked over to them, and seductively bent over so that Sam could stare at her butt. She hoped that he could see her pussy on display. She held in that bent over position for a minute, and then stood back up, with the duffle bags in her hand, and carried them back to Sam, smiling at him. She walked back to him silently, and placed them next to the chair he was sitting in.

"You are so beautiful," Sam exclaimed.

"You don't look too bad yourself," she playfully replied. "Also, I see you trying to hide that hard cock of yours... Why are you hiding it from me?"

"I can't help it Jess, seeing your body like this just gets it really excited," Sam explained.

"Oh. Is that something you are gonna have to take care of?" She playfully teased.

"Umm, yeah, probably," Sam admitted.

"Well don't! You're not allowed to touch it, not here in this apartment," she giggled back at him.

Sam, not understanding what she was getting at, just sat there in silence.

"From now on, only I am allowed to touch it." she seductively breathed, holding her hand on her breast, and grabbing the seam of her panties, and pulling at them, leaving a gap between her panties and her waist. She held it out wide, and released her finger from the stretchy material, letting it snap back against her body. "Got it, mister?"

"Yes ma'am," Sam playfully replied back, now having figured out the game she was playing.

"So, roomie, do you need me to take care of that for you?" Jessica teasing again.

"Yeah, probably so," Sam teased back at her, playing along with her game of seduction. "But what about you? Do I see those panties of yours getting a little wet?"

"Maybe," Jessica snapped back at him. "Did you want to take care of that for me?"

"I'd love to," Sam exclaimed.

"Well then, get your butt over here, and take me back to our room. We can take care of each other. Sound good to you, roomie?" Jessica was beginning to get hot and bothered with the sexy game she was playing. Sam now was sitting there with his cock at attention for her. She then playfully brought her hands to her bra covered breasts, cupping them, and started squeezing them together, and bending slightly, showed her cleavage to him, putting on a little show for Sam.

Sam sprang out of the chair, his hard cock leading the way toward the object of his affection. He walked toward Jessica, his eyes never leaving hers, brought his hands to her face, cupping her cheeks with his tender and gentle fingers, and reached down and kissed her softly on the lips.

Jessica responded under his kiss, opening her mouth, inviting his tongue to play. Sam's tongue reached out to hers, and their tongues danced together their familiar dance. His hand then slid softly up her leg, along the side of her waist, and started to cup her breast through her lacy white bra.

Sam then pulled away from their steamy kiss and moved around her back sliding his hands up and down her legs, along the sides of her lacy white panties, and the sides of her waist. He moved his hands tenderly up her tummy, and cupped her breasts from behind, sliding his fingers along the seam of the cups of her bra.

Jessica began to melt under his touch, when suddenly he moved his hands from her breasts toward her back along the strap of her bra until each hand of his met the metal hooks holding her bra in place on her back. "I'm going to figure this out Jess. But I gotta study it first," Sam playfully said.

Sam looked intently at the little metal buckles in his hands holding the two halves of the strap of her bra together and figured it out quickly. He quickly unbuckled it, freeing the tension in the strap, watching it fall to her sides. Her bra, however, remained hanging on her shoulders by the lacy thin straps. He then gently held her by the waist and spun her around toward him.

Jessica turned to face him, her breathing beginning to deepen. She looked into her Sam's eyes, and whispered, "kiss me." Which he did. He kissed her tenderly, pressing his lips against hers as his hands slid up to her shoulders and tenderly removed her bra from her body. He enjoyed undressing her, and he tossed her bra aside onto the counter in the kitchenette.

Jessica stood topless before him, and pressed her breasts against his chest, enjoying the close embrace, her hardening nipples pressing against his skin. His chest hair grazed her skin, and she felt the warmth in her intimate areas spread like melting butter.

After a moment of pressing her chest against him, with his hands resting on her ass, kneading her cheeks with his fingers, she glanced towards her bedroom, signaling with affectionate eyes and a nod.

Sam held her delicate hand in his and led her to the love chamber that awaited them both. Jessica then lied down on top of the white puffy comforter on top of her bed, lying the back of her head on a fluffy pillow. She tossed some of the flowery decorative pillows aside and motioned for Sam to join her.

Sam removed his boxers, and then tenderly crawled up the bed, his cock pointing directly at her. Jessica spread her legs widely, inviting his body to join hers. Sam then straddled up on top of her, positioning his cock so that it laid flat against her panties. Jessica lifted her groin area slightly and pressed it against his cock, enjoying his hardness touching her through the thin lacy material. She held arms up to him to embrace him, and waited for him to melt into her, and shower her lips with his most wonderful kisses. Sam lowered his body to hers and held her tight. He then kissed her softly on her lips, enjoying her breasts pressed into chest.

They laid there in bed like that for several minutes, just tenderly kissing. The kissing was light, a nice change of pace from their previous, somehow seemingly rushed encounters. Sam just took his time, planting light kisses on her lips, on her cheeks, and around her neck while he slowly ground his cock against her pussy through her panties. Jessica slowly grinded her pussy back against Sam, her moistness now almost completely dampening her lacy panties.

"I want to feel your cock pressed against my bare skin, baby. Will you take my panties off?" Jessica softly pleaded.

Sam did not reply. He just moved down, grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down off her legs. They were both completely naked, and Sam returned to his previous position, rubbing his cock along her wet lips of her pussy.

"Oh Sam," Jessica moaned. "You feel so good pressed against me. I want you to be inside me so bad. I want it so bad... But... But we can't. Not yet. Please understand."

"Of course, my love. Only when you're ready," Sam lovingly replied.

They continued to kiss tenderly, Sam's tongue reaching into her mouth to slowly meet with hers. He moved back and forth, gliding his cock against the wetness of her pussy. After several minutes of slowly rocking against each other, Jessica gently pushed Sam off top of her and pulled him down into the bed, face first. She was on her knees and arms, and said, "Turn over, lie on your back."

Sam obliged. He turned over on the bed, his hard cock standing straight up into the air, pulsating with blood in the cool air of the evening. Jessica reached out with one of her hands and wrapped her fingers around it. She then laid her head down in his lap facing toward his cock, away from his face. She laid there, her ears and cheeks tickled with his pubic hair as her head rested upon his lower abdomen, just staring at his cock, admiring the way the blood was pumping through it for her.

"Why do I love this thing so much?" Jessica asked. "Sam, it's adorable." She had briefly removed her hands and traced her fingers along his shaft. She reached down and felt his hairy balls, fondling them with her touch. She looked closely and saw a drop of pre-cum form in the little slit at the top the head, and quickly moved her fingertip to it, spreading it around his sensitive cock head.

"That feels so good, Jess," Sam breathed out.

Jess continued to stare at his cock, moving her fingers all over it, exploring it intently. She studied it carefully, and a sudden desire came over her that she had never felt before. She blew air from her lips across to the cock in her hand. She blew on it a few more times, courageously imagining the possibilities with which she could use to show her love and affection for Sam. She moved her head and face closer to Sam's cock continuing to blow hot air onto it, and then suddenly pushed her lips against the shaft.

Sam didn't think he could handle much more of that, and he worked with all his might to keep from thrusting. He wanted Jessica to keep exploring, learning more about his cock at her own pace.

Jessica, growing even more bold continued to kiss his cock, up and down the shaft. She realized it didn't taste bad at all and surprisingly enjoyed the smell of his pubic area. She didn't even know how to describe the sensations her nostrils breathed in. She just knew it smelled of Sam. Her mouth began to water some more, and she explored even further by sticking her tongue out and touching it to his shaft. She retrieved her tongue and reaffirmed to herself it didn't taste bad at all. She decided it just tasted like the rest of Sam's skin, so she reached her tongue out again and licked up and down the shaft moving her hand to wrap her fingers around it and hold it at the base.

Sam couldn't hold back much longer, and he pressed his hips up and down encouraging Jessica to move faster. Jessica continued to slide her tongue up and down the shaft of his cock. She started to move her hand up and down as well, slowly stroking the wetness of her mouth into his skin. But it still remained too dry for her liking. Encouraged by its taste and her overcoming sense of desire, she started moving her wet mouth up and down the shaft. It glistened in the wetness of her saliva, and she stroked it some more with her hand.

"Sam, you taste good," she gingerly told him as she started to warm up even more to the idea of his cock in her mouth. She couldn't even believe she was doing this. She had heard stories of girls doing filthy things with boys. And she prided herself on not being one of them, but of being a good girl who would never do things like that with a boy. But she looked at the hard penis before her face and realized that this cock was Sam's. She loved Sam, and it began to dawn on her that she loved this sweet looking penis in her hand because it was Sam. It wasn't just an appendage. It was Sam! It was part of him! And she loved all of him! And an urging within her manifested itself further by causing her tongue to reach out and swirl around the head of his cock. She imagined it was just like a lollipop, a piece of candy for her to enjoy. She realized then her fear of blowjobs was just silly. Her mouth watered, and she wondered if it could even fit in her tiny little mouth.

She drew back and turned to face Sam. She dragged her tits along his body and kissed him on the mouth. "It tasted good. I want to try something if that's ok?"

"Sure, Jessica. Whatever you want to do is fine with me," Sam added, understanding what she was about to try.

"Good. I think I'm going to enjoy this," Jessica replied. And she moved down to the foot of bed, moving between Sam's legs, the whole time staring at his erect cock, silently begging for her touch.

Jessica then laid down on her belly, between Sam's legs and gazed once again at Sam's balls and cock. She brought her hands up to his balls and cupped them in her fingers. She then brought her mouth up to the underside of his shaft and licked up and down it. She then licked his balls, feeling his pubic hairs in her mouth.

His cock was so inviting. She just wanted to ravish her love on it, and she started to move her tongue up and down the shaft, hoping to make it as wet as possible. She then sat up a little bit, and kissed the top of the head, combing her fingers through his curls. Her other hand then reached up to grab Sam's cock by the base, and she started to stroke it more, but it was soon dry in her hand.

Suddenly another realization came over her. She finally understood why people talked about blowjobs. She realized that if she could get this into her mouth, and sucked on it while she stroked Sam, she could keep it wet. And she could feel the water beginning to flow more freely in her mouth, thinking about the possibility.

Finally, with all the courage she could muster, she lowered her lips around the head of his cock. She didn't know what she was doing, but she wanted to love on her lover, her live-in lover. She wanted to commemorate his moving into her apartment. She sucked the head into her mouth slowly and then began to move more of his cock into her wet mouth. She went lower and lower, and she realized it fit just perfectly. She had done it! She removed her mouth from his cock, proudly discovering it fit! She looked at Sam catching his gaze, and said to him, "it fits!"

"Your mouth felt so good on me, Jessica!" Sam was in heaven as his girlfriend then sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. She looked at him with a seductive sexy glint in her eye and moved it slowly into her mouth. She started to bob her head, while looking intently at Sam's face.

She lowered her mouth again and tried to fit as much of his cock into her mouth as she closed her eyes. Her saliva started to drool out of her mouth and onto his cock and she began in earnest to suck and stroke him with her hand.

"Oh Jess... Your mouth is so warm. I feel so good in your mouth. I can't believe you're sucking me!" Sam exclaimed, moving his hips to meet her downward thrusts of her hand and mouth.

Jessica's pussy was now soaking wet. Hearing Sam use the word, sucking, released her caged sexuality deep within her. She never felt so turned on in her life. She was deriving so much pleasure having her lover's cock in her mouth. She started to think sexy thoughts and removed her mouth from Sam's throbbing member. She looked at Sam, smiling broadly with her lips. "Oh Sam. You're making me so hot. Your cock feels so good in my mouth. I want to suck on it some more." And she returned her mouth to it. As she was sucking on Sam, her hips then began to uncontrollably thrust. She could feel the blood flowing to her pussy, and then the wetness started to run down the back of her thighs slightly. She then realized she wanted Sam in her mouth even more. She wanted this cock in her tight little hot mouth. She wanted to suck on it. She wanted to feel his thrusts into her mouth. She wanted to make him feel so good.

Jessica returned her mouth to his cock and was deliberately sucking it in deeper and deeper into her mouth, her hot tongue licking it as it entered her watery oral chamber. "Mmmmm," she hummed around it. She said silently to herself as she slid as much of his cock into her mouth as she could possibly muster, "I'm sucking Sam. His cock is in my mouth."

She then removed her mouth and started to stroke it hard with her hand, remembering how he liked It, and what he needed the last time she stroked him to completion. "Oh Sam, you taste so good."

She kept stroking it, her tongue darting out to lick the head as her hand speed increased. She wanted Sam to climax right there in her hand. She wanted him to make him feel good. She wanted him to know that he was loved and cherished. And then she doubled down. "Sam, are you getting close?"

"Almost there," Sam raggedly exclaimed. HIs hips were bucking almost uncontrollably. His hands roamed over his belly, almost like he was searching for something to hold.

"Will you cum for me, lover?" Jessica asked. "I've loved sucking on you, baby... And I want you to cum. Cum for me, my love," Jessica lovingly stated to Sam, hoping that her words might push him over the edge.

She held out her tongue again, letting her strokes bring his cock head to the tip of her tongue, her hand stroking his cock faster and faster against her tongue. She hoped to see Sam squirt his semen out soon. She wanted it to see it. She wanted to feel it against her skin again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Jessssssssss. Ahhhhhhhhh," Sam grunted loudly, and his ejaculatory muscles started contracting deep within his balls. His hot sperm then jetted out from his cock in a thick stream and shot straight up into the air. Jessica slightly taken aback removed her tongue from his cock and continued to aggressively stroke. She had earned her reward. Sam's cock continued to pulse in her fingers, and his cum fell like raindrops across his belly and chest. Jessica looked at her hand and saw Sam's precious semen rolling down along her knuckles. She also felt some of it on her lips, with a few drops landing in her mouth, the taste of his semen new and exciting.

Sam continued to spurt and spurt, leaving a large mess all over his chest. Jessica continued to hold on to his cock tightly and patiently waited for Sam to come down from his sexual high.

After Sam finally relaxed, she moved further up the bed toward Sam's face, and reached down to kiss him, holding her hands on his sand-paper face, pulling back to look him in the eyes. "Did that feel good?"

"Oh you know it did. I've never felt anything like that," Sam said with encouragement.

"Oh good... You made another mess, but I think I'm getting better at aiming it," Jessica playfully teased him.

"Jessica, I can't believe you just did that. I can't believe I was in your mouth like that," Sam added.

"I don't know what came over me, Sam. I just felt a strong desire to kiss you there."

"Yeah, well feel free to do that anytime you want! I loved it!" Sam exclaimed.

"A little bit of it got in my mouth. I didn't expect that," Jessica said to him softly.

Apologetically, Sam said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Oh, that's ok. I kind of liked it. It's kind of hot, ya know? It didn't taste bad. It tasted kind of salty, maybe a bit like chlorine water," Jessica replied.

"Oh gosh, that's hot. My cum was in your mouth. I can't believe it," Sam stated.

Jessica responded, "Oh believe it. I was surprised by it, but I like it!"

She then stood up and walked out of the room, returning with a towel and started to clean them both up. She snuggled up against Sam, pressing his body against hers.

Jessica and Sam laid together there on the bed with nothing really being said. Jessica just lovingly moved her hands over his chest slowly, studying his chiseled features, feeling his muscles. She laid her head down on his chest and just savored the moment. With a flick of her tongue over her lips, she was reminded of the taste of his seed that she had surprisingly experienced in her mouth for the first time. She was raised to be a good girl, and she never intended to have any semen in her mouth, ever. The thought of something like that was originally off-putting to her just the day before. But she continued to think about the taste of his cock in her mouth, and how pleasantly she was surprised that it could even fit in her mouth and realized how wonderful and special it had been. She knew then that she wanted to taste all of Sam even more.

Sam just held Jessica close to him, feeling more content with life than he ever had. He rubbed his hand gently over her back, just taking in the feeling of her warm soft skin under his figures. He held a precious angel in his arms, and knew at that moment, that he would do everything in his power to guard and protect the love that they shared.

Finally, after many moments of shared silence and gentle caresses, the couple looked each other in eye, their naked bodies pressed to each other and gently kissed. "Oh Jessica, I love you. Thank you for that." Each word of his was interrupted by their kisses.

"It was special," Jessica responded, "I feel so close to you right now. Like we're just connected by invisible strings, drawing me closer and closer to you."

"Me too," Sam replied. He was beginning to replay their previous moment in his mind. The feeling of her mouth on his most private of places, tenderly licking, and stroking, and worshipping was so overbearing to his senses. He didn't know if he could feel more loved in his life than he did at that moment, knowing that Jessica enjoyed his cock like that. He felt so accepted, and cherished. The images being replayed in his mind also caused the blood to start being pumped back into his cock.

"I really liked being inside your mouth, Jess. It made me feel so close to you as well," he continued as his hands gently caressed her back, his cock beginning to throb back to life. "Maybe we can do that again sometime?"

Jess looked at Sam in the eye and replied, "I want it back in my mouth, Sam. I loved every second of it. I could almost feel it in the back of my throat. Every day, from here on out... I want... I'd like it right here." Jessica looked at Sam and pointed to her lips seductively. Sam, overcome with passion reached down and cupped her breast in his hand, rolling a nipple around in his fingers. He kissed lips and gestured with his tongue for her lips to part. She parted her mouth, and their tongues met once again in a soft, gentle passion.

Jessica then straddled Sam, pressing his growing hardness against her pussy and continued to kiss him. Sam's hands went to each breast, dangling in front of his face where he imagined his hands were her bra, fondling them gently. "Kiss me Jessica," he gently breathed back.

Jessica lowered her head, and they took their time to savor their kisses. With irresistible attraction, their tongues slowly danced together, as they licked each other's lips, and continued to make out in their passionate embrace.

Jessica felt herself becoming wetter and wetter with each kiss from Sam. She relished having his hard cock pressed against her, and kept remembering she took him into her mouth, loving every second of it.

"I want you to feel good too, Jess." Sam breathed into hotly into her mouth. "Can I?" Sam asked.

"Yes. I would like that," she replied. "I'm so turned on right now, thinking of what we just did. I want to cum with you too."

"Lie on your back, darling," Sam breathed back gently to her. Jessica then laid down on the bed and Sam was on all fours. He reached down and took her breast in this mouth, and kept swirling his tongue around the nipple, while squeezing her breast. He squeezed her breast with his hand, holding it and pointing her nipple toward his mouth. He locked eyes with Jessica, held out his tongue, and licked the nipple up and down, making a show of pushing her nipple in and out of his mouth.

Jessica's pussy now overflowing with dampness ground up against his cock. She whispered into Sam's ear, "touch me... touch me, please."

Sam needed no further instructions, and he slid down the bed as she spread her legs for him, allowing him to gaze at her pussy. Sam then gently reached out and ran his finger slowly up and down her wet pussy lips. He breathed in the musky smell of her love chamber and continued to move his fingers up and down her wet area. "Oh, Sam. That feels good," Jess said to him, her eyes closed, enjoying the moment.

Encouraged by her words, he slowly began to open her pussy up and slowly moved his middle finger in and out her pussy. It was now covered completely by her juices. He then pushed his finger in as far as he could reach, the palm of his hand now resting against her clit, his finger completely buried as deeply as possible. He pressed harder and exerted force on his finger, sliding his finger up and down along the walls of her slick pussy, while pressing firmly on her clit with the palm of his hand. As he did this, Jessica pushed forward, enjoying the sensation of being filled with his finger.

"Oh Sam. Yes, don't stop baby," she encouraged. Sam continued to push hard against her pussy, watching his girlfriend beginning to grind against his hand and fingers.

"I love you Jess. I love you so much. I want you to cum for me." And then he pulled his finger out, looked her in the eye, and sucked all her wetness off it. "I want to taste you, like you tasted me."

Jess's eyes widened, understanding the meaning behind Sam's loving words. She then closed her eyes and smiled. "You don't have to Sam. But I would like that. Sam, taste me. My pussy... It's so warm. I'm so... I'm so wet. Please taste me."

"It's my pleasure." And with that, Sam lowered his mouth to her lower abdomen, breathing in her scent. He rubbed his nose in her black curls and pressed his lips against her hairy bush. He then moved his face all around her groin area, planting kisses everywhere. His tongue darted out and he started licking Jessica's thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy with his tongue.

His tongue moved in long movements up and down her outer folds, and finally he licked her pussy lips for the first time. He started licking her pussy up and down and savoring her taste on his tongue. He explored further and started to thrust his tongue into her, like he was fucking her with his tongue instead of his finger. His noses rubbed against her clit, and Jessica who was losing herself in the moment reached down and grabbed his head, pulling him deeper against her pussy.

"Oh Sam, your tongue... It feels so good... inside me... Don't stop... Ahhhhhhhhh... yes... like that... Just like that... keep licking me," the words fell out of her mouth with ease. Sam encouraged by her sexy sounds pursued further and pulled his tongue up her lips and started licking her clit, swirling his tongue all around it, and sucking it into his mouth.

Jessica now nearing the verge of her orgasm started bucking wildling against his face, pushing her pelvis down and her clit into his lips as hard as she could, her hands tight around Sam's head pulling it forward. She was afraid she was squeezing it too hard, but the feeling of Sam's tongue on her private part was just too much, and the urge to grind his face into her pussy was overwhelming.

Sam returned his middle finger to her pussy while sucking on her clit and began to fuck her with it in earnest. He knew what she wanted and didn't even pull his mouth off her to encourage her with his words. He pushed his tongue further against her swelling pussy lips and against her clit with each thrust of his finger. Her bottom was rising off the bed to meet his face with pressure. Her hands pulled him harder into her pussy, grinding harder and faster.

And then, boom, just like that, she started to pop. She started moaning out loud cries of indescribable pleasure. She started to cum hard on Sam's face, her wetness pouring out of her pussy, into his mouth. Her pelvis continued to grind against his face with an uncontrollable force, riding out wave after wave of glorious orgasmic pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh... Saaaammmmm... Yesssssssss... Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned.

Sam kept lapping up the juices which flowed out of her pussy, enjoying her gift to him. He kept licking and sucking on her until she finally came down from her climax. "Ok... please stop... it's so sensitive," she breathed. She was out of breath, and barely able to form any words. Sam slowly removed his tongue from her pussy and kept licking and kissing her wet thighs, his hips humping in midair. He was so turned on by what just happened, his cock was extra hard, and it needed some of her special attention.

"Come here," Jessica said to him, smiling at him, admiring his wet face knowing that her juices covered him. Sam crawled up on top of her, looked her in the eye, and simply kissed her. He moved his tongue into her mouth, and Jessica tasted herself for the first time. Sam's mouth was musky with her wetness, and he sucked his tongue into her mouth. Sam's face was soaking wet, and she felt it on her cheeks.

After their passionate kiss, Sam looked up at her, and said, "I loved every second of that." He then moved his arm up to his face and began wiping her dampness from his face and lips with his arm. "You tasted so good, Jess... as you came... as you came all over my tongue. I loved it."

She started to chuckle, thinking of something funny. "What's so funny," Sam asked.

Jessica replied, "Oh nothing. I was planning on just giving you a hand job... But it seems we gave each other mouth jobs instead."

Sam laughed out loud, "Yeah I guess we did."

Jessica then looked at Sam again, and said, "I feel you are hard for me again. Can you go another round?"

Sam looked at her and nodded, "I think so."

"Good, because this time I'm going to be better. I want to suck on your hard cock... I want it in my mouth, Sam." She looked at him seductively. "I want it... understand? I want you to feel good again... but... this time... I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to give you a proper blowjob."

"You don't have to Jessica, but only if you truly want to," Sam replied.

"Oh I want this, Sam. I want to suck on you every day for the rest of my life. Will you please let me suck you? Let me suck you until you explode in my mouth?" Jessica pleaded.

"Yes, but only if... you let me eat your pussy again. Is that ok?" Sam asked.

"OK, but can we do it together?"

"You mean like a sixty nine?" Sam wondered out loud.

"Yeah, a sixty nine. I want to try that," she offered.

"Let's do it, then, roomie!"

Jessica smiled and got up and kissed him on the lips deeply. She then got on all fours and held her pussy over this mouth, while holding Sam's hard cock in her hand. She lowered herself onto his face while Sam cradled her ass with his hands. Sam greeted her pussy with his tongue outstretched and started kissing and licking the wet folds of her pussy.

Jessica on the other hand bent down and licked the head of Sam's cock. She moved her tongue up and down the shaft making it wet with her saliva and then took him deep in her mouth. From this position, she realized his cock was angled just right and she was able to easily fit him into her mouth. She relished his cock sliding against the bottom of her tongue and against the roof of her mouth. She wanted him deep in her mouth and pushed even harder toward her throat. Her eyes were beginning to water, as she was almost beginning to choke on his cock. She backed off, pulled his cock from her mouth, admiring it again, feasting on it with her eyes, and then lowered her mouth to it again. Sam's pelvis then reached up in thrusting movements, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth.

As Jessica relished having her mouth stuffed full of Sam's cock, she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on her pussy. The sounds of slurping and sucking filled the air. No words were spoken as each of them had their mouths filled with each other's genitals. Sam began to groan as he tongued her pussy, lost in the moment. Jessica ground her pussy hard on his face, her orgasm beginning to build. She pulled Sam's cock out of her mouth for a moment, "can we cum together?"

"Yeah, I'm getting... I'm getting close. Keep sucking me, Jess," he said back to her.

"OK... I'm almost there myself. I can't believe we're doing this," Jess exclaimed with her lips on his cock. She then moved her hand to it and started stroking it hard, hoping to get Sam closer to the edge of his orgasm.

That did the trick, and Sam started to moan out loud, "I'm cummmmmming!" He barely managed to speak as the tension in his balls released and his semen started to flood into her mouth. It shot out in hot warm spurts into her mouth, causing Jessica to start climaxing on Sam's face. She rubbed her pussy into his face as hard as she could as Sam continued to pump his seed into her mouth. Jessica continued to suck, with cum rolling out of her mouth, down Sam's cock and onto her hand. Her lips and mouth and tongue were just covered in his seed, and she enjoyed every drop of it, the salty taste and strong smell of his semen overwhelming her senses as she continued to climax. The association of Sam's semen in her mouth, and her powerful orgasm, was now locked away in her brain. From now on, she would crave his cum in her mouth, she just knew it.

Finally, after a short minute of shared orgasmic pleasure, they both came to a stop. She laid there completely spent. She kept lapping up the semen that had spilled out of her mouth. It was in Sam's pubic hair, and she licked it all up, holding it in her mouth like a sweet dessert. Jessica then rolled off Sam's face and turned to join him. She looked at him with semen all over her lips and smiled. She said nothing, but moved her face to his and kissed him, their tongues meeting out in a passionate dance. Some of Sam's semen made his way into his mouth. They both began to delight in sharing their body fluids in this way. Jessica enjoyed tasting herself on his lips, and Sam was happy to taste his cum on hers. Their tongues rolled around each other in erotic passion, their shared love fluids combining in each other's mouths mixing into an erotic love potion that would forever bond them together.

Jessica grabbed her towel and started cleaning them up. She moved further up the bed and allowed herself to be cradled in Sam's loving arms. They laid there together, naked and unashamed, the taste of each other and of themselves on each other's lips and tongue. Sam lightly stroked her arms hoping the moment would never end. Both were completely spent and began to doze off to sleep together as boyfriend and girlfriend, as lovers, and now as roommates. But more importantly, they dozed off to sleep together as one, their hearts forever intertwined with each other.

11 - Dawning Realization

Nearly every night, after long days of studying and schoolwork, except on the nights that Jessica was on her period, they would work their way into bed, and orally please each other. Jessica would take Sam's hard cock into her mouth, nearly swallowing it as he would lie on his back, thrusting until he would erupt with streams of semen. Jessica would hungrily lap it all up, and started to regularly drink it all down, swallowing his cum into her belly, as a demonstration of her love for Sam.

Sam would return the pleasure, worshiping her breasts and pussy, causing her to squeal as her juices flowed onto his lapping tongue. He'd lick her pussy like he was licking candy, an insatiable desire for the taste of her on his lips.

Their oral fixations continued to grow as they lived together. Occasionally, Jessica would surprise Sam coming out of the shower, and she would lovingly fall to her knees, sucking his cock into her mouth, stroking it, and would bring him to the brink. She loved his warm semen in her mouth, and on her face. Sam overcome with passion would take her to the couch or bed and return the favor, lavishing her body with his kisses and love.

It was a comfortable routine, both experiencing sweet emotional and sexual fulfillment. They were simply inseparable, and spent every waking moment together, working on their schoolwork, eating, and living together. They'd even shower and bathe together as they would casually talk about their day and common interests. Both now completely comfortable undressing and displaying their naked bodies to each other.

Jessica lovingly and jokingly started referring to Sam as her "stud muffin," and would sometimes look at him with a goofy grin on her face, forming a circle with her lips, and moving her hand up to mouth, pretending she was sucking his cock, pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. Sam would look at her and lick his lips. Both would silently communicate their love for each other. Both would become completely comfortable about their shared physical intimacy.

Often though, they would express their desire for more closeness. Sam would express his desire to melt into her, to enter her and cum inside of her. When he started talking like this, it urged her on to suck harder on his wet cock. He'd hold her head with his hands, urging her to take more into her mouth as they both talked about making love.

And one day he sat on the couch with Jessica between his legs, sucking on him, he expressed his earnest desires. "Oh Jessica, I wish I was inside you. I just want to slide into you and make love to you."

Jessica responded, "Mmmmm, yes, I want to take you into my pussy," then returning her mouth to his cock, slurping and sucking loudly. "I want you to make love to me Sam... Maybe someday soon you can fuck me." Jessica was surprised she was even using the "f" word as she had never blurted it out loud to anyone before, reserving the use of it only when someone would cut her off while driving her car, or stubbing her toe. She never uttered the word out loud, just whispered it under her breath in those situations. But for Sam, while they pleasured each other, she started to bravely use it in their love language.

Sam replied, "Oh yes, Jessica. I want to fuck you so bad... But I'll wait for you my love, when you're ready." Jessica pleased to hear he was continuing to respect her boundary sucked him more eagerly. She looked at him with passion in her eyes and said to him, "soon Sam. One day we will make love. I want you to fuck me soon. In the meantime, though," she resumed to sucking and slurping on his cock, "make love to my mouth, my love. Fuck my mouth, Sam!"

Jessica resumed to suck him in earnest, sliding her tongue all around his cock. She sucked him into her mouth and moaned on it as he slid deep, deep enough he was almost down her throat. She looked him in the eye, thinking of herself as his blowjob queen. And with wet pop, she looked up to him with passion, and said, "I've got an idea... Stand up."

Sam wondering what Jessica was up to stood up and he watched her lie down on the couch, her head resting on a pillow positioned behind her head. She looked angelic sitting there in her strawberry covered panties, her breasts hanging loose around her frame, and his wet cock hovering above her face.

"Come here, get on top of me," Jessica urged Sam. Sam got on top of her, following her lead, digging his knees into the couch next to the sides of her body. Jessica looked up at the cock dangling above her face, and brought her hand to it, lovingly stroking it. She fondled his shaved balls with her fingers and was thankful that Sam started trimming his pubic area for her. She was glad she didn't have to deal with any more of his stray pubic hairs in her mouth. She had encouraged him to shave around his cock one day, and Sam gladly agreed to do so.

Jessica pulled his cock to her mouth that dangled above her face, opened her mouth, grabbing his bare ass and pushing his cock into her mouth. She sucked it in deep, continuing to push until his balls were almost touching her chin. She took him even deeper into her throat, water beginning to form in her eyes as she was getting close to choking on his cock. With a gasp she pulled her mouth from it, looked at Sam, and smiled. "Wow, that was deep. I think I fit all of it in."

"Yeah, it fit all the way into your mouth, Jess. I think I could feel your tonsils!" Sam smiled back at her.

"Keep fucking my mouth Sam. I want you to thrust into it, pretending it's my pussy," she said lovingly. Her tongue then darted out and licked the head, swirling around it, and sucking his cock back into her mouth. Sam began to slowly move his cock in her mouth, back and forth. His hands reached to her breasts and massaged her nipples. He loved that her nipples were hard for him. Jessica, meanwhile, her mouth watering, was enjoying his cock stuffed in her mouth, fucking it like it was her pussy. Her left hand moved down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. She imagined his cock was in her pussy while she stroked his cock with her other hand, feeding her mouth with his cock, over and over.

Sam pulled his cock and rubbed it against her nipples. She pulled her hand from her pussy and held her two breasts in her hands for him, inviting him to slide his cock all over them. As he was sliding his cock on her breasts and nipples, Jessica captured her cock in his hands and forced it down between her cleavage. "Here. Slide your cock back and forth between my hands and my chest, between my breasts, like this," Jessica pleaded.

Sam obliged and started rubbing his cock back and forth along her chest and hand. He enjoyed feeling her breasts enclosed around his shaft. As he moved his cock back and forth, Jessica held out her tongue, hoping to lick it as he thrusted toward her face. "Fuck my tits, Sam. Fuck 'em!" Jessica cried out, emboldened with a new sense of freedom from her reserved personality to talk dirty to Sam, encouraging him to release himself onto her.

"I like how you're fucking my tits, Sam... Sam... I like... I like when you fuck my mouth... Do you like it?"

Sam looked into her sex craved eyes, nodding in agreement. "Yeah... I love fucking you like this. Let me fuck your mouth, baby."

"Keep fucking my tits, hon. Just like this. You can fuck my mouth, and you can cum all over me, if you want... you can... you can cum on my face," she said taking his cock into her mouth again. Sam kept fucking her tits, and he would occasionally dip his cock into Jessica's mouth and fuck it too, all while rubbing his fingers around her nipples. He wanted to give her pleasure too, so he reached behind and slipped his finger into her pussy.

"You're wet for me, Jess. Oh, I could slip my cock into you so easy," he said.

"Not today. But soon... focus on my mouth, hon," Jess said, pulling his hand from her pussy. Sam's finger was slick with her wetness, and he started to stroke his cock with it, sliding his wet finger along the shaft. Jessica sucked him in slightly, swirling her tongue around the head, savoring the taste of his pre-cum beginning to seep from the slit of his cock head.

Sam was getting close, so he pulled his cock from her mouth, and took his middle finger, damp from her pussy, and brought it to her lips, pushing it into her mouth. Jessica, hot with passion, sucked his finger into her mouth, tasting herself on his finger. "Mmmmm, I'm so wet for you."

Sam stroked his cock harder as she sucked on his finger. "I'm so close babe. I'm about to cum."

Jessica pushed his hand away from her mouth and brought her hand up to his cock. "Let me finish you off, babe." She started stroking his cock harder and harder, applying just the right amount of pleasure she knew that Sam needed. She was becoming an expert at milking his cock, having learned to make sure he released every single drop of cum that was stored deep inside his balls. "Cum for me, Sam. Cum for me. Let me taste your cum in my mouth. I want to feel it on my face and lips. I want to feel your warm cum on my breasts, and feel you rub it into my nipples. I want to cum with my mouth full of you."

And as a light switch flipping on, Sam's cock started to pump rope after rope of semen all over Jessica. It landed everywhere, some landing on her face, on her forehead and hair, barely missing her eye. It landed on the decorative cat pillow her head was upon. It was running down her neck. In her ecstasy, she rolled the semen around on her tongue in her mouth, enjoying every moment, every taste of her Sam. Her fingers had returned to her pussy, digging in deep, and tugging her clit.

She looked at Sam with pure bliss in her eyes and greedily swallowed what cum was in her mouth into her stomach. With her fingers on her clit, and her other hand on Sam's cock, she continued to stroke both herself and her lover with each of her hands. She milked Sam's cock with expert precision, forcing more semen onto her tongue, licking and lapping at it with pure delight.

And with a burning hunger in her eyes, she said to Sam, "You taste so good... Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming.... Ahhh!" her tongue returning to her lips to capture every bit of cum it could find. She bucked wildly with Sam's cock dripping with semen above her face. She pulled her mouth up to his dripping cock and sucked in deep. And then she came hard, imagining his cock was deep in her pussy, filling her womb with his love potion.

Jessica started to come down from the intensity of her sexual high, her fingers still rubbing her clit slowly. She gazed at Sam, both perspiring heavily. She began to clean his cock with her tongue, savoring every drop and every trace of his essence that she could find. Her face was a hot sticky mess, and Sam was lazily rubbing some of his semen into her breasts and nipples. She was covered with his essence. Sam was truly a part of her, his cum rubbed deep into her skin, and rolling down her chest toward her trimmed patch of curls, glistening with sweat.

They finally repositioned themselves, sitting naked there on the couch. She leaned into his arms, both struggling to find their breath, sweat dripping from their temples and glistening on their foreheads.

Jessica just sat there thinking of their passionate encounter, the taste of Sam's cum remained on her lips. She looked down and smiled at Sam's shrinking cock. She thought of the dirty words she spoke to him in the heat of passion, and her use of the f word. She repeated it silently in her mind... "fuck my mouth, Sam." She was still turned on thinking about it.

Sam and Jessica, sweaty and sticky on the couch simply reeked of sex. And suddenly a thought dawned in Jessica's mind. It was a light bulb moment for her as she looked at the scattered drops of Sam's essence on her body, the feelings of pure passion, the highs of their shared climaxes, and them talking about fucking each other. She tried to imagine how she would feel if she could have Sam's cock in her pussy. Would she feel really any different then than she did in that exact moment? Would the closeness she shared with Sam now be that much greater? She stared at Sam's cock and the silly grin on his face and concluded the answer is no, she would not feel any closer than she does right now. She began to realize they had already been experiencing the closeness and comfort of sex! She had crossed her own boundaries months ago, long before she even saw Sam naked and when she had first trembled under the touch of his fingers. It was at this moment she had realized she had already become one with Sam. They had been making love, and enjoying each other's soul and body, from the moment they first kissed with passion.

At first, shame began to wash over her, thinking she had violated her boundaries, and her oath before God. But then she looked at Sam, and noticed his relaxed face, realizing she brought her lover so much pleasure and contentment. And the feelings of shame started to subside. She realized there on the couch that the oral sex they had shared was beautiful, it was glorious, and she loved the closeness she had with Sam. She craved more of it, and decided she wanted him to penetrate her, and she was no longer held to her vow to wait before marriage. And that promise that she had made, to herself, to God, or even her parents, she decided she had long ago broken it. But then another realization started to form in her mind as she sat there pondering.

She was finally glad about crossing these boundaries, because it finally dawned on her that she had been meant to cross them. She sat there realizing that Sam was a gift from above. She felt like she was already one with Sam, as if she was already "married," to him. She lived with him, dined with him, slept with him, and even dined on him, as he did with her. She realized she had been joined to him, and didn't need a silly religious ceremony, a piece of paper, or the approval of parents, to be married to Sam in the eyes of God. Their unspoken words of commitment of a life together had already been communicated in their daily living, in their intimate moments, and with their love spilling out for each other through their shared words and deed every single day. She sat there on the couch with Sam naked and unashamed. And then, it was in this exact moment of realization that all her guilt washed completely away.

"We're a stinky mess, Sam!" Jess said to him, basking in the warm glow of their love. "Let's clean up."

Sam and Jessica moved to the shower, washing each other's bodies gently, as if it was simply a normal routine. Few words were spoken. Jessica, however, was beginning to make plans. She wanted to share with Sam what she now realized about herself, their relationship, and her desires for their shared future together.

Chapter 12 - United as One

The next day, Jessica woke up naked, wrapped in Sam's arms, feeling his hard cock pressed against her butt cheeks. She loved thinking about his "morning wood," and turned around to face him when she felt him stir awake.

"Good morning," she spoke to him softly in a cheerful voice.

"Good morning, sweetie," he softly spoke back to him.

"It's going to be a great day today, my love. Let's get going here soon and eat some breakfast. I've got a few things I want to talk to you about once we get settled into the morning."

Sam stretched his arms out, and crawled out of bed, his cock still stiff. He was unashamed of it though, and simply walked around their room naked, with his hard cock standing at attention, pumping with blood after a long, good sleep.

Jessica also crawled out of bed. Both were sweaty, as it was nearly eighty degrees in their apartment. They were poor college students though, and didn't want to spend too much money on air conditioning, so they opened a few windows and let the cooler air from outside start to flow into their abode.

Jessica, naked and sweaty, walked around without feeling any shame either. She felt comfortable with her nude body. But as she felt the cool air from the windows, she grabbed a silky pink robe and put it on her shoulders, not even bothering to close it or tie it around her waist.

She walked into the kitchen and saw Sam sitting there drinking a cup of coffee. She grabbed the pot and poured herself a mug, stirring her cream into it, while sitting down across from Sam who was at the counter on a bar stool. She just looked at him as she sipped her coffee.

Sam looked at her and saw her sitting there sipping her coffee grinning to herself. His curiosity piqued, admiring her nude body in that silky pink robe, and he wanted to know what thoughts were in her mind, "what's so funny, Jess?"

"Oh, I'm just sitting her laughing at myself," she said, and looked him in the eye. "Yesterday, when we were sitting on the couch, after we were intimate with each other, I realized something about me."

"Really?" Sam asked inquisitively.

"Yeah. And I am dying to talk to you about it. But. But I'd rather hold off until tonight. Let's get cleaned up and dressed, and we can spend the day together at the shopping mall and grab a bite to eat. And then I'll tell you all about it tonight. Does that sound good?" she asked, knowing that Sam would agree to just about anything she wanted.

"Sounds good to me. I'd like to stop at the music store in the mall and look at saxophones with you. I know you're dying to learn to play music," he said.

"Sounds great! Yeah, I've got my eye on the student model horn. I also want to ask them about lessons," she said, looking down at some sheet music she printed off the internet. She didn't know much about it, but wanted to learn to read it, and maybe someday learn to play it on a sax. She wondered how those old-time jazz musicians could improvise so well, without the notes written down on paper, and just chord progressions printed above the staff.

"Ok, I'll be ready in about thirty minutes, and then we can get going," Sam replied to her.

Later that day, Sam and Jessica drove to the mall and walked around as a couple, holding hands. They browsed through the department stores and ended up buying a used student tenor saxophone from the music shop. Sam also agreed to pay for Jessica's music lessons, a gift he was glad to cover with his credit card. It made him happy to lavish her with gifts and whatever money he could spare.

As they were walking through the mall, Jessica spotted for the real purpose of her visit to the mall today. It was a lingerie shop, and asked Sam to walk into the shop with her. She looked at the bras and lacy thong panties, thinking how she could titillate Sam with her body dressed in such sexy things.

Sam was also sitting there thinking how Jessica would look in all the sexy lingerie on display. He liked the idea of her wearing it for him. Sam looked at her, admiring her beauty. She smiled back at him, and said, "look at this! Oh, that's cute!"

Jessica was pointing to a red teddy. It was a bright, red laced, three-piece teddy. Sexy straps hung from it. It was clear to both Sam and Jessica that this was all about one thing. Sex. Sam began to drool within his mind at the thought of Jessica wearing that for him. And then Jessica looked at Sam, and said, "let's get it!"

Jessica then motioned for the salesperson as Sam dipped out of view. He was kind of embarrassed to be seen standing there, looking at lingerie with all the women around him. He decided to walk out of the shop and sit down on the bench in the mall while Jessica did her thing.

About fifteen minutes later, Jessica walked out of the shop and toward Sam sitting on the bench. He stood up to greet her and knew what was in the large ornamental and probably overpriced bag she was carrying.

"So you found one that fits?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, the sales lady helped measure me, and found me one that was just my size. I tried it on in the dressing room, and I think you're gonna like it. I can't wait to wear it for you on a special occasion," she replied.

"I'm looking forward to it," Sam said, just enjoying the warmth of her smile, and her willingness to please him. He picked up her new saxophone case, grabbed her hand, and walked out of the mall together.

Later that night, they were talking about school and Jessica's history lessons on jazz. Sam doubled over with laughter when Jessica tried to make a sound on the saxophone, laughing at the squeaks she was making with the instrument. Jessica laughed too, put it away and decided to wait for lessons before making another sound on it.

As they sat on the couch, Jessica then looked at Sam, and said she had to use the bathroom. Sam nodded, grabbed another one of her jazz magazines and started to read an article about the influence of the album "Kind of Blue," on modern music. He kept reading intently, looking for material to strengthen his bonds with Jessica. And after sitting on the couch for a few minutes, thumbing through the pages, he looked up and saw Jessica walking toward him.

Sam's eyes about bulged out of their sockets as he feasted them upon the most beautiful vision he had ever seen. Standing before him was Jessica, dressed in that bright red lacy, and revealing, three-piece teddy. Sam's cock instantly began to harden thinking of unwrapping this goddess standing before him. "Holy cow, Jessica, you are stunning! And you look so sexy in that thing!"

"Yeah, you like it? It's all for you, my love!" Jessica was thrilled with his reaction and continued walking toward Sam and sat down next to him on the couch. She scooted her body next to his and put her arm around him. She held herself tight next to him as they leaned back to relax.

Jessica then looked at Sam, reached up to his face and kissed him gently on the lips. She met his gaze with her eyes, and slowly moved her head away, and said, "can we talk now? About the stuff I mentioned this morning?"

Sam was nearly unable to think, his eyes consumed with the heavenly vision before him. He just kind of stared at her with a silly grin on his face, imagining what she looked like under all that lingerie.

"Hey! Snap out of it, I'm serious about this now. Don't you remember me telling you this morning that I had something to talk about?" Jessica playfully asked.

Sam, finally waking up to reality looked at Jessica, and the serious tone of her face, and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry Jess. I remember now you were telling me something about wanting to talk before we left for the mall."

"Yeah, well, this is gonna take a while for me to get out, and I really need you to concentrate and listen carefully, ok?" Jess moved her eyes to look at Sam. She looked sexy to Sam, but then he realized that she was vulnerable in that moment, and he didn't want to hurt her, so he pulled her in closer to his body there on the couch and planted a kiss in her hair.

"Sure, hon. You can tell me anything, and I am here to listen."

"OK, well, here goes," Jess stated. "Please don't say anything until I'm done talking. I want to get all of this off my chest, and then I want to hear what you have to say about it."

Sam looked at her and realized that this was a serious moment. He patted his hand on her leg. "Okay, hon. Whatever you want. I'm here for you."

Jess then looked up at Sam, tears starting to form, they were tears of joy. Sam had no idea what was about to happen. All of this was a complete surprise to him. But then his eyes too started to water at just the sight of the tears in her eyes. "What's the matter, Jess?"

"Oh Sam. I love you so much..."

"I love you too, dear."

"Sam, I've been doing some thinking, about... About us. About where we've been. And about our future. And I just have to get this off my chest."

Sam silently nodded at her, reaching his hand up to her cheek to wipe away a tear.

"Sam, do you remember when we first became intimate, how I told you that we couldn't go all the way?"

Sam nodded again, silently, now realizing how serious this conversation was. His heart began to flutter with Jessica dressed like this and hearing her bring up this topic.

"Well, we've had some great times together. I've experienced things I never thought possible. We've done things that I would have never dreamed of doing with a boy... ever in my entire life. And I've loved all of it. What we have together is special," she said as tears were still forming slightly in her eyes. "And I have always told you that I was saving myself for marriage, that I had made a vow, and it was important for me to keep it."

Sam was on the edge of his seat, wondering where this was going. But he kept his eyes locked with hers, gently held her hands with his, urging her to continue her heartfelt confession.

"And I've made a decision," she said, her eyes sheepishly looking at Sam. "I've made a decision that I'm now ready. I'm ready to have sex with you, Sam. I want you to take me back to that bedroom tonight and make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me."

And then she just broke down into a sob, "I love you sooo much Sam, and I'm so sorry I held back from you for so long."

Sam, completely overwhelmed by her words reached out lovingly to hug her, "you don't have to be sorry. I love you too, more than anything. My life belongs to you, and my heart belongs to you. You don't owe me anything Jessica. And, yes, I do want to make love to you, but I don't want you to feel guilty about it, or feel like you're violating your conscience, or your vows. I'm willing to wait until we're married. In fact, I think that's probably a good idea."

"Oh Sam, those are the sweetest words anyone has ever said to me," Jessica said, with tears, streaming down her face. She began to sniffle and sob into Sam's shoulders.

And Sam embraced her, holding her in his arms, comforting her as her sobs began to ease. "Jess, maybe you should change out of that thing for now. I do think it's probably best if we wait until we're married. Besides, I already enjoy everything we share together. There's not much more I could even ask for. I feel so close to you, as if we're already married anyway, you know what I mean?"

And with those words, like magic, they turned Jessica's tears from tears of sadness to tears of joy, and she smiled broadly at Sam, her face aglow with a look of pure happiness. "Oh Sam, I love you so much. You just expressed to me nearly everything I've been thinking! Yes! I do want to be married to you. I want to be your wife. I want to have your children. I want to spend every waking moment with you for the rest of our lives... And I know you do too."

Sam's tears were flowing strong now, "Jessica, I love you more than life itself. You are everything to me. I want to live my entire life dedicated to you. And yes, I want to have children with you as well. I want to be your husband, and I want you to be my wife, and to hold you, and to cherish you forever, until the end of time. You are my soul mate."

Jessica, overcome by emotion, tears streaming down her face brought her face close to Sam's. Tears were flowing down his cheeks as well. And Jessica pressed her cheek next to his, their tears mixing together. He then held her face gently with his hands and kissed her tenderly on her lips. "I love you, Jess."

"Oh Sam, I have something else I want to tell you," Jessica pulling back, looking him in the eye.

"Like you, I feel as if we are already married. I feel as if we are already one with each other, that we have been joined together by God. We've already shared the intimacy of a husband and wife. We both love being naked around each other, and we do everything together, even sleeping together and giving each other sexual love, you know, like the kind a husband and wife do," and she studied his face to see how he felt about those words. Sam was smiling at her and slowly nodding in agreement. "And I see myself as your wife. I belong to you right now, in this very moment. I am yours, and you are mine."

Sam spoke up, "I guess... I guess I do see your point. I guess we are married in the eyes of God. We already live like an old married couple."

"Yes! Don't you see, Sam? Who cares what the government says? Who cares what society says about us? The only thing that matters is how we feel about it, and our commitment to one another," she said with a hopeful expectation that Sam understood and would agree.

"You're right! Who cares! I don't care about any of that, Jessica! I only care about you. You are my wife, and I'm your husband," Sam cheerfully exclaimed as the same realization dawned over him.

"Oh Sam! I love you so. Hold me forever, my love, my husband," Jessica said as she hugged him close to her.

"Oh Jesica, I love you too. You are my wife, and I will cherish you forever. I will never let you go. I will be faithful to you for all the days of our lives. I promise you," tears flowing from his face and landing into her hair.

"But I want the world to know about us, though. I want everyone to know that we are married, how do we explain this to them?" Sam inquired.

"Yeah, I do too," Jessica replied. "I guess we have to jump through a few hoops."

"Then let's make it official! Let's get married in their eyes right away, my love. Let's show the world how special our love is, together. I want to be married to you, in their eyes, right away."

"Really? You want to do that? You're not worried about what your parents have to say," Jessica asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Not at all! We can do this Jessica! We can get married next week if you want. I don't even care much how they feel right now. We'll figure it all out together," Sam explained.

"Oh Sam! Yes, let's have our wedding right away. I don't need a fancy wedding. I don't even care who is there. We can invite our parents; I don't need anyone else. We can be a married couple together and finish college together, officially, as husband and wife."

"Yeah, we can start making arrangements right away, my love. We can call our parents tomorrow and tell them the news, and set a date for the courthouse, or even a church, if that's ok with you," Sam replied.

"Yes! I will call my mom and dad and tell them the news tomorrow. I don't care what they think! I'm your wife!" Jessica stated.

"I love being your husband, Jessica," Sam tenderly stated. "I'll call my parents tomorrow also. We can do it together, at the same time. Is that ok?" he asked.

"Oh Sam, yes!!! Yes! Yes! I love you, Sam! Kiss me! Kiss your wife!" Jessica gazed into his eyes which were filled with utter abandonment and passion. Sam then reached down and tenderly placed his lips against hers. She kissed him back and their tears continued to flow together.

"Oh, I love you so much, Sam!"

"I love you, Jessica."

They continued to hold each other and hugging each other. Sam held her hands and his forehead was pressed against hers. Jessica planted soft kisses on his neck and dried her tears on his shirt.

"Sam?" Jessica softly said to him with her head buried in his chest.

"Yes, Jessica?"

"Will you, make love to me now?" Jessica tenderly asked.

Sam nodded his head, "Yes. I do want to make love to you, Jess. I want to hold you in my arms, and I want to be inside of you. I want to make love to you as your husband and you as my wife. And I'm ready for it."

"Oh Sam! Oh Sam! Take me to bed and make love to me. Make love to me all night long. Hold me close!" Jessica said as she planted more kisses on his neck, working his way up to his lips and cheeks, tasting his salty tears on her lips with her tongue.

"I don't have any protection though," Sam stated in a serious tone.

"I don't care about that, Sam! Not right now anyway. We're married, and married people have kids, don't they?" She bravely stated.

"That's right. But what if you get pregnant?" he asked.

"I don't care. I'll be happy knowing I'm pregnant with your child. I want to have your baby." she added.

"Really? but what about college?" he asked.

"We'll have to manage then. I want you inside me so bad right now, it's worth the risk. And I don't want a condom between us. And if I get pregnant, then it just happens. But if it doesn't, I can go out tomorrow and get on the pill, does that sound ok?" she tenderly replied.

"Oh Jessica, I do want to father your children. I don't care what happens, I just want to take you to bed now and make love to you. I've waited so long for this!" He stated again with tears in his eyes.

"Take me to bed, Sam. Make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel you deep within me. I want to cum with you deep inside of me." She playfully added, emphasizing the word 'cum.'

"I want to cum inside you too, Jessica. Kiss me, my love. Kiss your husband and make love to me!" Sam said with his cock straining against his pants. He then reached out and kissed her tenderly on the lips, their tongues meeting and swirling together, their tears mixing as their faces touched. Sam reached out and cupped her breast and began to graze his fingers across her clothed nipple which was hardening under his touch.

"Yes, Sam. Make love to me. Take me. Take me to bed, and take what belongs to you... I belong to you!" She stated with a look of pure passion in her eyes.

Sam then stood up, holding Jessica by her hand, and kissed her again. Their tongues danced with each other, and his hands moved to her breasts. He moved his hand down to her pussy and rubbed it through the bright red panties.

Jessica then rubbed his cock through his pants, grabbing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. She reached in to feel his hardness. She looked up at Sam, "Oh, husband, your cock is hard for me!" She began to stroke it through his boxers, then slipped her hand into the boxer shorts and wrapped her fingers around it. "Take me to bed, husband, and make love to me with this thing!"

Sam then boldly picked Jessica up in his arms. He held her in his arms like a baby and started to walk toward the bedroom with her arms around his neck. They both were smiling, the tears beginning to dry on their faces. Jessica was beaming at Sam, happy to be his wife. After Sam carried her to the bedroom, he placed her gingerly on the bed, laid down on top of her and showered her lips and face with kisses of passion. "I love you. I love every part of you, Jess. I'm making love to you tonight, my love."

Their tongues intertwined their familiar dance, his hand moving to her breast again, stroking her nipples through the red teddy. Their groins were on fire. And they began to grind against each other, simulating the sex they were about to share.

"Make love to me, Sam. I'm yours to do with as you please." Jessica softly spoke to him, her eyes filled with feminine sexual desire. Sam massaged her breasts in his hands, and pulled the cups of her teddy down, and sucked her right breast into his mouth, holding each breast in his hands. He then swirled his tongue around her hardened nipple. He sucked it in deeply into his mouth and then moved to her other breast and nipple to repeat the action. He alternated between each breast for several minutes, suckling on his wife's breasts. They were his. "These breasts belong to me now," he thought to himself as he lavished kisses and tenderly sucked her nipples into his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing each of them.

Jessica thrust her pelvis upward pressing his cock against her, her body aching with desire and needing to be filled. Sam then took off all his clothes and moved further down her body and pulled her red lacy panties off her legs, revealing her trimmed bush and her wet pussy to his eyes. "Oh Jessica, you are so beautiful," he said as he moved his face to her pussy and began sucking and licking the folds of her flesh.

"Oh Sam, your tongue feels so good. You feel so good licking me. I'm so wet for you," Jessica exclaimed grinding her pussy hard into Sam's mouth and tongue. "I want you to be inside me though. I want you to make love to me."

Sam could barely move himself away from her pussy though, lapping her wetness with his tongue and was drunk on the taste of her musky feminine juices. He finally pulled his face away from her pussy and looked upon his bride with pure passion in his eyes. He then proceeded to plant kisses on her trimmed curls, up her body on top of the red teddy, along each of her breasts, up her chest and neck until his lips were touching hers.

Jessica spread her legs and rubbed her wet pussy against his erect cock which lay flat against it. "I'm ready, Sam. Will you be inside me now?" Sam simply nodded, holding the weight of his body with his arms. He admired her naked breasts heaving on top of the lacy red see through teddy, the red flush of her chest, and the red straps along her legs. He didn't even want to remove it from her, and decided he wanted to make love to his wife right then and there. Jessica then spread her legs, inviting him to enter her for the first time, the lips of her pussy glistening in anticipation.

Sam then lowered his cock to her pussy and rubbed it up and down against her wet lips. He started to push it in further, but it was still a little dry. "Sam, it's kind of rough. It needs to be wet," Jessica said to him. Sam continued to rub his pussy back and forth against her wet lips, hoping to wetten his cock with her moistness. He then started pushing it in again. "It's still a little dry, my love."

And with that Jessica raised up, got on her knees and ran her tongue all over his cock, and sucked it into her mouth. She suckled on it for a bit, and then pulled it from her mouth, leaving it slick and wet from her saliva. "There, that's better. Now try it," she stated as she leaned back to her previous position and holding her legs open, spread eagle for Sam.

Sam then pushed his wet cock into her pussy, slowly and reverently. He pushed ever so slowly, as he didn't want to hurt her. "Slower, hon. It's feels fuller than I expected... And it kind of hurts a little bit." Sam took his time, and laid down onto Jessica, his cock partway into her pussy, slightly pumping it in and out of her. After about a minute or two of them barely being joined together, the pain started to ease, and Jessica asked Sam to push further, "you can go a little deeper. It doesn't hurt now."

Sam then pushed his cock in further and further, until it was fully encased around her pussy. "Ungghh. I think you just broke... I think you just broke my hymen, husband," Jessica softly stated. "Hold still, just like that for a minute." And Sam laid on top of her, his cock fully buried deep inside her and started to kiss her face.

"I'm inside you, Jessica," he stated as his lips brushed against hers.

"Oh, Sam, you fill me up! It's so deep!"

Sam then moved his head lower, his cock just resting in her pussy, not moving an inch, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He lavished his love on her breasts, and Jessica started then to slowly move her pelvis against his, creating some friction between his cock and her pussy.

"It feels so good! Move slowly," she added, planting kisses in his hair while he dined on her breasts.

"Oh Jessica, I feel so good, being inside of you. I can't believe this is happening! I can't believe we're doing this! I can't believe we're making love, as husband and wife."

"Make love to me Sam. Pleaassse, fuck me. Move a little faster," she begged.

Sam started to thrust, slowly, enjoying the wet walls of her vagina tight around his cock. "Oh Jess, I'm making love to you. I love being inside you. I can't believe we're actually fucking."

"Fuck me Sam. Fuck me harder. Make love to me!"

And Sam started to move faster, his cock now sliding with long deliberate moves in and out of her pussy.

"It feels so gooood Sam... Oooooohhhhh..."

And Sam and Jessica continued to slowly fuck until they were moving at a quicker pace. Sam pushed himself up with his hands, and put his hands on her teddy, sliding his hands up to hold her breasts underneath them, cradling them between his thumb and index finger. He moved his hands and tickled her nipples as his cock slid in and out of her. Jessica pushed forward with her pelvis meeting Sam's downward thrusts with an upward thrust, the hairs of their pubic region rubbing against each other. It was pure sex. It was pure emotion, and Sam started to thrust with a determined purpose of crossing the finish line.

"You're fucking me, Sam. Don't stop, it feels so good..."

Sam, encouraged by her voice, picked up the pace some more, fucking harder and harder, his orgasm beginning to build. Jessica's chest and breasts were now flushed, bouncing up and down her body with each thrust of Sam's, the freckles of her chest now spotted the red hue of her skin that seemed to match the color of her teddy. Her arousal was nearly complete, and her body craved Sam's hard cock which was pumping like a piston in and out of her pussy. "I'm getting close too. It feels better when you grind against me like this," and Jessica grabbed his hips and pulled him all the way into her, grinding her clit against his crotch.

"Oh Sam, I'm about to cum. Are you there yet?" she asked.

"Almost there... So... close." he strained with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Empty yourself into me, Sam. Fill me up with your seed! I want to cum with you. I want to cum with my husband," she started to speak louder.

"It feels sooo good, me fucking you, Jess!"

"Yes, fuck me, Sam. Fuck me hard, and empty yourself. Fill me up with it. Cum for me... Unnngghhhh.... Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she started squirming, beginning to climax.

Sam clenched his eyes, determined not to disappoint, and with a few more thrusts, his body started to erupt inside of Jessica. Streams of hot semen jetted out of his cock and filling into her womb, rushing to meet her pulsating cervix. He pumped harder with his cock, as each squirt was squeezed from his balls deeply into her pussy. Jessica started to squeal in pure delight, now climaxing fully, and feeling his hot seed deep within her mixed with the small amount of blood from her hymen, and his pumping cock.

Finally spent, Sam started to slow down, and collapsed onto Jessica, kissing her on the cheek. Jessica laid there on her back, basking in the glow of their love, her cheeks red and rosy, and they both started to catch their breath. Not another word was spoken, and they just laid there in silence enjoying their closeness.

Jessica finally spoke up and said, "that was special."

"It definitely was," Sam agreed. He lifted himself up, still joined to his wife, his cock slowly deflating inside of her. He looked her in the eye, and they smiled at each other, realizing the impact of what just happened. Their minds began to race, realizing that this could not be undone. They both wondered if she would become pregnant, but didn't care what happened. It was totally worth the risk. Sam looked at Jessica and tenderly confessed, "I love you. I love my wife."

"I love you too, sweetheart. Thank you. Thank you for waiting for me."

Sam just smiled and said, "you're welcome! It was worth the wait."

Jessica slightly pushed up on Sam, and taking the cue, he pulled out of her and laid down by her side, both of their heads on the same pillow. Jessica relished the feeling of his warm semen deep inside of her. She could feel it start to slowly flow and dribble out of her pussy. She then took her hand, and touched herself, feeling a bit of his cum on her fingers. While holding it there, she looked at Sam and spoke, "you did it, I can still feel you inside of me."

Sam then reached down and kissed her softly on the lips and hugged her close to him. "I want to do that again!"

"Of course... I'm yours," she softly said, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She kissed him on the lips. "Oh Sam, that was so wonderful. I'm so glad we are married. I'm so glad that we can make love together." Tears started to flow from her eyes.

Sam, overcome with the same emotion, started to cry as well. He held her tightly and they fell asleep together under a blanket, their tears, their bodies, and their joy mixed together as one person, fully melted into each other, creating something new. Jessica then giggled quietly to herself, thinking about her previous shame and embarrassment and her silly vow she had made. She realized though that she truly had honored her vow and had waited for marriage. Her conscience was clean and pure. And they each fell asleep completely fulfilled, and feeling loved fully for who each of them were. They fell asleep as the happiest people in the entire world.

Epilogue

Jessica and Sam woke up the next day and began making plans together. They each called their parents and told them they were getting married the next week and that they wanted them to be there. Their parents were not happy and even yelled at them on the phone. They both cried together and supported each other after each phone call. But they made their plans anyway, fully resolved to live together as husband and wife, calling a nearby church to speak to a pastor about a small wedding. The pastor told them he would be happy to wed them, and they set a date two weeks into the future. Their parents reluctantly joined them and watched their children, all grown up, embrace each other, and confessing their love for one another. Sam was dressed in a rented tuxedo, and Jessica wore a beautiful white dress and vale. They all then went out to eat dinner with each other, dined together, and hugged each other goodbye. It was a hard emotional time for all of Sam and Jessica's family, neither parent truly approving of it, but realizing there wasn't much they could do about it.

Jessica and Sam both got part time jobs on campus and lived the life of poor married college students. They scrimped and saved, combining their money into one checking account. What was his, became hers, and vice versa. Sam ditched his old apartment and fully moved in and lived in Jessica's apartment. They struggled financially, ate red beans and rice along with ramen noodles nearly every day, and barely struggled to make it through school. But they survived, together, and graduated from college, each with degrees, and celebrated their life as husband and wife.

Jessica and Sam both got jobs in biotech, not far from where they lived, and started to dig themselves out together from the financial hole they were in. They easily paid off their student loans and moved into a bigger apartment. And they talked about starting a family together, and started shopping for a home to live in.

Jessica became more proficient on the tenor saxophone, her years of lessons starting to pay off. Sam taking an interest in Jessica's passion for music also learned to play the trumpet. Every night, they'd sit and play music together, struggling to learn and get better on their instruments.

Eventually, they moved into a new house together closer to their jobs and started their family. Jessica became pregnant, and they gave birth to a baby boy that they named "Charlie." And a few years later, Jessica gave birth to a little girl, they named her, "Andromeda." Both Sam and Jessica continued to progress with their careers, but Jessica stopped working to be a stay-at-home mom, and raised the children while Sam worked. Sam's career blossomed, but he never went for a management position, thinking that it would take too much time away from his wife and children.

Sam and Jessica grew closer and closer together over the years, spending every day with one another. They were both active in their church. And as often as possible, they explored each other's bodies, and made passionate love to each other, even long after they were empty nesters. They truly knew each other intimately in every way possible. Both started to excel on their musical instruments and joined a community jazz band and played their sweet music together. Both were fully content with their lives, and enjoyed watching their children grow up and marry off, respectively each to a wonderful son and daughter in law. Their home was filled with their love, along with five cats at one point. And they continued to bond over their shared interest in their family and their music. They both comforted each other as they buried all four of their parents in sadness over time.

As they grew older, their hearts grew closer and closer to each other. And one day, Sam sadly passed away from cancer. Jessica, sad and depressed, would think every day after Sam was gone about their time in college and the life of love she shared with Sam. She grew older and enjoyed her grandchildren and great grandchildren as they came to visit her in the nursing home. And when she finally passed, all she could think of was her wonderful Sam, and seeing him once again to hold his hand one more time in heaven.

The End.